What a shame it is to limit the parameters of such a wondrous adjective to the extent of mere physicality. To spot a gal and merely recognize her figure, as curvaceous and bodacious as she may be, is folly I cannot bare to listens to. Ones physicality is simple. It can be observed, analyzed, and concluded upon in a matter of seconds. This beauty is not true. To even assign such a adjective to this senseless debauchery is shameful. Too often do I hear 'beauty' used as a euphemism for simple sexual attractions.
Though, not to be mistaken, attraction of sexual nature is a true constituent of true beauty, they are hardly of the same stature. True beauty is an artifact that takes countless hours even an eternity of observation and analysis to uncover. Much like the constituents of divine nature, there is no clear defining factors, though it is unmistakeable when it is truly present.
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