Beauty is subjective, as stated when you look upon a piece o

Beauty is subjective, as stated when you look upon a piece of art or a person.
And it was true after I laid my eyes on them, it felt like time slowly moved into a standstill;
How I view them, and in each glance, it felt like the air was being taken out of my lungs, they’re breathtakingly beautiful.
Perhaps beautiful is such a common word to use, so if I use majestic, well— regardless of words, how I see them stays the same.
Or how those brown deep eyes can be seen if hit by the light, makes me stare at them a little longer than usual, the heart’s running out of line.
My perception of beauty was rather complex, but their beauty was something that hit differently, pulling the strings of my heart.
It’s not just what’s outside, but what is in their heart, the deepness of their soul that makes me come closer and look further.
Their love was warm and one of a kind, it was raw and full of surprises, with sharp edges at times, but it lingers, making me love them more.