In Transcendence

She covers herself in a thousand veils; still her transcendence seeps through. She’s the kind of girl people read about in books.

She bathes in the ordinary, still her mystique emanates from her soul. She’s the kind of girl poets write sonnets for.

She kisses with a kiss that is more than a kiss. A kiss to lay your life for. The curves of her lips, she’s the kind of girl warriors die for.

When darkness falls she shines through. Lady of the night; saint, devil, temptress, whore. She’s the kind of girl you forgo eternity for.

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