From behind a veil of anonymity
I offer you nature's finest attempt to emulate your beauty...
A task at which it fails... miserably
For yours is the beauty of fresh fallen snow,
Laid out as a blanket on a meadow,
Unmolested on a bright moonlit night.
Or a thousand, nay a thousand thousand tropical sunsets.
With each moment, of every passing day,
Mountains are pushed up, rivers rerouted,
New flowers bloom and butterflies transform...
Each in an attempt to match your beauty.
And yet, just as landscapes change,
Flowers bloom, and butterflies emerge...
(each more beautiful than that before)
With each passing day,
You also grow more and more beautiful.
Submitted: July 17th, 2002
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