The beautiful, so committed to beauty, you no exception.
Eyes unmatched, amber pockets bursting sparkles from within a green glow,
illuminated by the sun steeply setting over my shoulders.
A smile relentless, pearls set among a broad crimson suppleness.
Your face, geometric.
This is what all see first, many mesmerized, some eternally grateful.
Science is sorcery to the simple minded, his locomotion preferably focused essential.
All her aim is on truth manufactured from experiment, impervious to life’s murder.
Too few suffer the difficulty of a sustained investigation, instead become saturated in the thoughtless grind.
A mistake of the educated is in their inability to empathize with the blinded.