What makes a thing beautiful?
Is it perfection that distinguishes it from the rest?
Perhaps it’s the perfect imperfections that make a thing uniquely special.
Each being a snowflake utterly unable of being duplicated…
A visual revolution, representing endless possibilities.
We don’t have to be perfect to be effective, after all.
Many times, flaws evoke more awesomeness and are more inspiring, drawing us in, even more than flawlessness.
Uncopiable texture born from a pool chance that runs infinite.
Your face is a delicacy, that can only be enjoyed, because you exist specifically.
Unpredictable features on a creature designed for a reason; finally satiating a dehydrated soul in the most unexpected season.
No pedal on a flower is identical in its parts.
Everywhere you’ve ever set foot was decorated with the present of your presence, leaving behind the very essence of art.
The song hidden in the cadence of your speech is your own.
The rhythm in your movement cannot be cloned.
The music in your voice is yours alone, and these are all elements that won’t be redone.
Funny how some forms of beauty are imperceivable by some, but keep others up suffering sleepless nights, impatiently awaiting the arrival of the sun.
Tossing and turning, fixated on the magical miracle of you…
Dreams of closeness finally coming true.
A masterpiece! Others may not be able to see all of you, but I do.
Jeremiah Allen 9/18/2024