I had not known beauty before I knew you,
I thought I did, but I did not know how wrong I was.
In the damp morning mist is when I met you
And saw your face.
It has been eight months since then
And now I realize that beauty and love
Are nearly synonymous;
I cannot seem to realize the difference.
Because within the beauty of you
Is where I discovered love
And now it is nearly impossible to
Differentiate the two.
Where beauty lies, love has to also rest,
It is impossible to recognize beauty
Without also noticing love somewhere nearby;
Either within, or without.
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