Your eyes are deep pools of wisdom;

I look into them and am exposed to the knowledge of the ages.

Your presence is a soft blanket of warmth;

when you're near, the cold has been destroyed, and only your gentle flame exists.

Your smile, though rarely revealed, is the sun;

its radiance and heat are all I need to live, but without them I shall wither.

Your hands, like those of an sculptor, are most beautiful, though well worn.

Your face, like an exquisite painting, should be on display for all to see,

for its beauty surpasses that of all else.

But these things are merely part of the miraculous whole. 

All these components, as beauteous as they are,

are nothing when compared to the final result. 

Placed together, they finish the puzzle

and the wondrous beauty is above all else.

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