Dear Diary: When I think about her,
She is not created; she is crafted.
She is not created; she is crafted.
When the creator couldn't contain the art in his soul, he poured that overwhelming creativity into the mold to create a woman. He froze a thousand lakes to make the deep eyes, stole petals to create those pink lips 👄, and dipped the lips in winter dew to create the luster. When he thought her beauty needed the best ornaments, he caught a wild forest stream and made it flow as her hair.
He carefully crafted her beauty's hills, valleys, and contours to mesmerize the earth. When he felt the walk was not enticing enough, he borrowed it from the deer. Each corner of her beauty is not crafted but chiseled; the creator used his best tools and imagination to create her from marble.
She is not created; she is crafted.
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When he thought about her fragrance, he merged the scent of a thousand musk deer to create her redolence.
Her beauty was her blessing and a curse. How and when did the man decide on her behalf? Who and when drew the lines?
Who defines modesty is in hiding; modesty is only behind the clothes. Who decided that she couldn't fly. A wild stream is beautiful when it's wild. If you confine its forces behind a dam, it will become stale; where is the beauty in that?
She is not flaunting her curves or giving in to any signals. She is expressing herself; she is the symbol of beauty. What is important is how we see her or what we see in her. Who decided, and when, that her expression was vulgar?
The beauty of a flower is in bloom, not within a paper wrapper. Let her bloom, let her fragrance spread. She needs to be wild; she needs to flow. She is created for beauty and is not expressed from within a veil.
She cannot be bought, sold, or owned. When forced, she will just moisten the land, but when she wants, she will flood the plains.
Her body is magic, she will take you the clouds of ecstasy; but she only can do it. With her desire and free will, when she longs, and when she belongs.
She is not created; she is crafted.
If she lets you in, explore her world. She will open a new world filled with compassion, empathy, and courage. That beauty doesnt stop at the physical level. It goes deep within. The soul she carries is far more beautiful than what the creator has gifted her as external beauty.
Though she is not created but crafted, she still can't see how beautiful and unique she is. She is complete, yet she feels how incomplete her creation is.
