I've conpared you to many things
A goddess
A time lord
The sun

And yet
The times i find you the most beautiful
Are the times when
To me
You look the most human

The chest peaks into mountains
That dip into ribbed hills
The fade into valleys of smooth skin

But uneven sides
Of mishapen curves
Catch my eyes
Like evidence of a divine sculpter

You are
A well written book
With a decorative cover
Made by a lonely artist

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