fuh real.

she’s beautiful. 82 degrees outside, watching the sunset behind the mountain top, counting the colors of the sky kind of beautiful. perfect flower amidst the weeds. standing tall, determined to succeed. delicious aroma, my senses she does feed kind of beautiful. giving me chills. like the longest note of my favorite song. lingering long. i want her to replay in my head. i never skip over her, i put her on repeat instead until my hunger to sing her is fed. she’s beautiful. a beautiful mind, she reaches my mental. talks to me about what plagues our people. and we discuss the social movement. looking at the problems, hoping for improvement. she stimulates my thoughts and makes my eyes less blind to reality. she’s beautiful. masterpiece type beautiful. she belongs in a museum. paint hits the canvas creating an intricate work of art planned from the deepest part of the artists heart. each stroke of the brush adding to its beauty and she becomes increasingly valuable with time. she’s beautiful. too beautiful for this rhyme. she’s beautiful.