𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘖𝘸𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Your grandeur is alluring and so theirs too

Even if yours isn’t an orthodox, I could decipher it’s true

It’s like the wind, even if it always gusts, always fade

It will always be right here, imperfectly made

Your beauty is water settled in an unusual manner

Even if its vessel varies, it will never be a hindrance, it’ll never matter

You may not have the typical, the common, and the standard

But to see the glimmer of your genuine beauty is not really hard

Thy pulchritude is another definition of paradise whenever I see

Because of your beauty, my heart hears nothing but a joyful glee

From me to you my only wish is for you to authentically fathom,

That your elegance might be peculiar but it is a flower in its fullest blossom