On her beauty

Andrew Heanngam Pamei *

It was a hectic day for me, a year back, Sunday, the 30th day of March. I was tired, weary and exhausted, yet blessed in a very special way; the day I hit it off with a ravishing lass. On the outset, let me expound her comeliness, her quality, how I perceive her and how I fell for her.

She seems pulchritudinous to me in the first place and furthermore, she possess a character that makes her look more gorgeous. From her smile to her frown, from her looks to her simplicity, from her well mannered speech to her sweet lilting mellifluous voice that is rich and vibrant, flowing and hauntingly pure which melts the heart of a listener; I'd say, 'She's second to none'.

She is graced with a look that could be of royalty. To me, she's kind of a walking poem; she has this kind of beauty. She is a miracle to me that never ceases to be miraculous, full of pulchritude and forever beautiful; loving and caring and truly fabulous. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes, an angelic beauty in the mole of her chin and in every gesture; dignity and love.

Her smile beams like a sunshine which fills my heart with love. And so I couldn't help myself but to love her like a sickness and its cure together. Her enchanting beauty drift a fountain of love into my soul; pouring unto me from heaven's brink when I saw her bright twinkling warm eyes full of beauty staring back at me as though to pierce my very soul and derive my thoughts and feelings.

And I extrapolate that these feelings haunt me because in my heart there is a concealed nerve that ripostes to the vibrations of beauty. And one thing that flabbergasts me most is that, a morning glory at my window satiates me more than the metaphysics of books.

Her beauty is an ecstasy to me. Perhaps, it is as simple as hunger, but there is really nothing to be said about her pulchritude because it is also like the perfume of a rose; I can only smell it and that is all. There is nothing that makes its way more directly into my soul than her beauty.

She looks so beautiful that if she ever stands in front of a mirror with eleven roses, she'd see twelve of the most beautiful things in this world. Her hair was a rich shade of dark brown color, flowing in waves to adorn her glowing porcelain like skin. Her eyes framed by long lashes were dazzling and seemed to brighten the whole world.

I discern her beauty from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the place where love resides and if I could write the beauty of her eyes, I was born to look in them and know myself. I have never seen a smiling face that's not beautiful and so goes to her smile, she looks the best when she wears a smile.

The effect of her beauty is so intense that, if she ever smiles, the world would sigh with contentment. If she ever laughs the world would laugh with her and if she ever weeps, the whole world would want to comfort her.

Her soft pink-coloured lips are pursed in what appears to be mid-kiss. The slight hints of moisture on her lips, making them glisten in the light, causing them to look as though they are really a reflection on the waters of a pond and not really a part of her at all. They seem to call out to me, beckoning me to lean in, press my lips against hers. They appear to cast a spell on me causing me to slight all else.

Her exquisite pulchritude is a radiance that originates from within and comes from inner security and strong character. There is no elegance like the one that comes from inside her. Her character contributes to her beauty and I'm sure it'll fortify her as her youth fades. Her mode of conduct, her standard of courage, discipline, intelligence, fortitude and integrity does a great deal to make her look more beautiful.

Her beauty isn't something that I just see and easily fall for, but it is something which gets locked inside my heart and keeps on burgeoning more beautiful as time passes by. Her beauty brings such delight with the heart, so warm and smiles so bright! She dances her way into my heart whirling on the tips of Angel's wings, scattering gold dust and kisses in my paths.

Her allurement gives me life in a climate of perpetual wonder, and that beauty often haunts my memory; which at times makes my burden seems lighter than the fallen leaves of autumn tree. She is the one all the boys loved because she lit up the room, and she's the one all the girl's hated and envied for the same reason.

I presume the highest prize in a world of men is the most beautiful woman available in his arms and living in his heart loyal to him. And so, captured by her beauty, all the boys would gravitate towards her from all directions like a planetary orbit. An old adage puts forward "Tide waits for none", but blinded by her beauty, I presume even the tide would wait for her.

Her beauty is not just in her facial mode but her true beauty is reflected in her soul. Her beauty that enchants me, her beauty that keeps me spellbound almost every moment of my life and her beauty that makes me forget the scorching heat of the summer sun is the care that she lovingly bequeaths me and the passion that she knows.

Her beauty simply grows with the passing years. Beauty is the shadow of God and I don't deny the fact that Angels are beautiful, but her beauty is the kind that every Angel dreams about. If paradise is made of love and beauty, then definitely she's my paradise.

Love is the only inspiration for me to delineate her beauty, but two peculiar questions keep on striking me; "Do I love her because she is beautiful?" Or, "Is she beautiful because I love her?

God bless you all.

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases; It will never pass into nothingness."- John Keats