The dancing daisies could be more vigorous today as much as the trees in the garden. She was singing slow while lecturing to her plants in the garden. The shiny rays of the sun were striking her forehead covered in sweat. Flowers at the corners were unsure if she would reach them today. It was her habit of spending as much bit on each plant to spread equal span to all of them. They were all essential to her, and she oversaw for them equally.  Beauty and beyond is a sumptuous article written about the woman in the garden who didn’t believe in love. Just like other women on earth.

The breakfast in the morning consisted of a few eggs, oat cereal, and then some coffee. Pretty usual, as her anger and temperament towards things she didn’t like. I called her a day earlier, and she made it abundantly clear that she wouldn’t be easily free to talk as she would be busy with her garden. I never met anyone with such enthusiasm towards life and the perception of feelings and emotions in general. As I truly believe a woman is the most powerful thing on earth, I can easily identify she is of the most prominent women on the planet. 

Having extraordinary abilities is infrequent in human beings, and those who keep such powers are exceptional in many ways. So the woman in the garden was more than a dream in an emotion, more fragrant than a rose petal and more delicate than silk. Yet adorned with all those qualities, she was also more robust than metal and at times more fierce than a tornado. But, being so elusive at times, she was pretty challenging to judge or try out as a straightforward person. 

Little did she know about my feelings and emotions, as our conversations were always more about the intellectual stuff or understanding different mythologies. But there was this one day I apprised her that, presume I am one of those flowers you treasure so much in your garden and observe you all day every day, cruising around in the grassland. I do bear a grudge, though, disbursing too much time with other flowers and predominantly having brief conversations with the lilies by the pool.

Months of emails and phone calls, she had no clue I could someday hinge upon her door one day, which still was an assertion in my head, yet it only could take a flight to her city to be true. So finally, I determined to surprise her as she never believed in “love” I wanted to make sure she understood it does live. She was the most intricate woman I ever knew lived, with unpredictable behavior; she was pretty tough in her thoughts.

It was a Monday morning; I was about to land in the “little Paris,” and out of curiosity, as expected, there were signs of snow. Only legends can comprehend the love of rain and snow and the essence of cold weather. I have always loved rain and snow all along with my life, I adore it when snow wraps everything in its white blanket, and you must uncover every single thing with bare hands as if it’s a treasure. There is nothing naked anymore; the fur of snow has captured all the beauty within it as beauty has preserved itself. The undiscovered city was overwhelmingly beautiful in all aspects; I could glimpse it while sitting in the yellow taxi. 

The mesmerizing scenery had just started to freeze in my memories as I heard the voice of the driver, ” we are here.” Oh, sure, I said and disbursed a bit extra from the fair to him; I was a tad eager as I was about to catch her face the first time with my naked eyes. But, as soon as I knocked on the door, my heart began to thump so fast I almost believed I was about to die. She was adorned within all her beauty, clad in a glimmer of delights

Her cheeks had transformed into soft pink roses all of a sudden. She froze in her gaze for a moment before I shook her shoulders, saying, ” Hey, are you alright?.” Then, she whispered in a shivering tone,” are you here?”. Yes, I am I replied. It was formidable for her to make eye contact, and the reason for that was her shyness. Undoubtedly the moment I had endeavored to initiate is unnatural in the world we live in today. Yet, she was trying to accept the reality. ” Breath,” I whispered in her ears, and as I  said that, I grabbed her hands and slowly hugged her. The warmth of my body was reaching her veins, and I could feel her liquefying in my arms. She was the most delicate thing I ever touched in my entire life as if I touched one edge; and I could not envision if there were an end to it. 

I had utterly clung to her ribcage yet allowed her to breathe on my shoulders. Then I slowly stroked her back while kissing her neck softly, and she was mumbling in a quivering voice, telling phrases I could not comprehend. Nevertheless, my hands were momentarily gliding down her spine under her silky hair, and she evolved more soothing than moments ago. As soon as my fingers grazed her buttocks, my lips had discovered their way to her lips. I clutched her so hard she barely could breathe while I began kissing her wildly as if it was the last moment of my life. Then, plunged in the passion of that lava sprinting in my veins like blood, I had no consciousness at all. She had immersed me deeper in her soul; my eyes were now shut as I was advancing for the chasm of her beauty. 

None of us remember how long we dropped into that moment how far we drove. Then, as soon as I gained sense, I noticed her wearing a bathrobe carrying a cup of coffee in her hand. Are you alright? She asked promptly, and I replied, ” I am now.” What about you? I questioned her immediately, and without any delay, there was a soft smile on her face as she responded unhurriedly, ” Now I believe in love.” 

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Enticement plunged in the intensity of passionate beauty
The notable gleam of her essence like a pearl in the ocean

Melodious skin silkier than the roses, shy, extremely timid
Couched upon the waves, she steps gently in that motion

Much as an angel by golden hair swinging on her shoulders
She isn’t nude, yet I witness no dress in any of the emotions

Winds of heaven mix her scent in the flurry that seizes me
Of which Love shoveled my heart with the pleasing notion

Precious land of my desires, though distant of thy shores
Ere my soul cease to love you, yielding a passionate potion
Preciosa | You are an amazing woman poem | Beautiful woman poem
Preciosa

Preciosa is a word in Latin for beautiful. You are an amazing woman poem is a tribute to the beauty of a gorgeous woman I visualize.It is like many of my other romantic poems. I have tried to explain and express my deepest feelings about love, life, and romance. The more I go deeper the more I get emotional. And the more I then write about the fundamentals and basics of it, feelings, and emotions. Under my skin is a tough story. Poems about loving someone but not being able to be with them is a tragedy explained. How sad it is to cope up with this. All things bright and beautiful poem in an illustration of how she walks beauty. The poetry reveals her smile and her mesmerism.

Preciosa

My poems are the essence of my poesy. Like you can read Magic Fall which is my latest poem. And further you can read my books to know more about what I write. Namely the book The Perfect Betrayal can be a good read. The course of passion is not easier, many fail in the process and many have different opinions about love and life but the more you indulge in it, the more you dive deeper into the melody of love. Amazingly wonderful and sensational emotions add more value to life and bring passion and thrill to your mood. So I say when you leave so when you leave my colors fade to gray. I wanted to write short poems about beauty and wanted to praise her in poems about how beautiful she is.  Under my skin is a tough story. Poems about loving someone but not being able to be with them is a tragedy explained. How sad it is to cope up with this.Preciosa

She walks in beauty

A word, a feeling, an emotion or a relationship, a gesture, food of the soul or opinion, an orientation, a formula, a lifestyle or gig to impress others. A reality, a discussion, deeper truth, gift of nature an invitation to passion. It is not about reasons but the gravity of the emotions or whatever the possible term is but one thing I know for sure is that it is the most powerful feeling on earth and there has not been any other emotion of feeling greater than this ever discovered or experienced by mankind till now.  Under my skin is a tough story. Poems about loving someone but not being able to be with them is a tragedy explained. How sad it is to cope up with this. All things bright and beautiful poem in an illustration of how she walks beauty. The poetry reveals her smile and her mesmerism. Preciosa

Loving Someone

The answer is that in reality, it is a powerful sentiment that ignites all your energies visible or invisible, and brings out a raging fire that turns the wheels of passion and gives you the pleasure which is the most delightful and most expensive and rare on this planet.  Things we do for love or what I did for love?  Sad love poetry reveals the desires of a loving heart. This heart poem though is unique.  Under my skin is a tough story. Under my skin is a tough story. Poems about loving someone but not being able to be with them is a tragedy explained. How sad it is to cope up with this. All things bright and beautiful poem in an illustration of how she walks beauty. The poetry reveals her smile and her mesmerism.

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