Friday, January 05, 2007

Draft on an essay on beauty

When I see a woman, it is like I see a precious gem. Every woman has a color, a cut, and a hue, and while many may argue one is better than another, at the end of the day the guy whose favorite color is red will find a ruby superior to an emerald.
As numerous as the different colors of gems are, there are also numerous cuts of the gems. Some gems look fantastically sharp, as if they could only have been cut by a master gemcutter, while others can be rough around the edges, plainly cut, or even rounded.
Women are like gems, but more like gem-fountain hybrids. I would say that these metaphorical gems shine with an inner life but that would not be a robust enough decsription. Women do not merely shine with an inner light, the vibrant rays of their souls spring forth from every orafice in a manner than can only be represented by aquifers, volcanos, and oil bubbling forth from the surface of the earth. Aquifers because the radiance of a truly beautiful woman flows from her eyes, saying to all who gaze into them "My beauty runs deeper than you can see with your eyes, and my river shall never run dry." Her lips are life giving water to those she deems worthy to be called 'prince'.

The color of the gem represents the innate personality traits of the corresponding girl. A red colored gem would represent a passionate girl and an amber would represent a more demure girl. The cut of the gem is the physical beauty of the girl; some seem as if they are ordinary while others look as if they were sculpted solely for the purpose of looking impressive and drawing the eye.

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