Beauty cannot be defined
it can only be known when seen
ti mature overtime
like good wine.
There is no reason or rhyme
it just is
and no one 
can set a time
on when it will mature
and grow into itself.
beauty delight
the eyes
and God smiles
when you cultivate it.

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