You possess a beauty that makes men go under.

But where did it first appear, I cant help but wonder.

It cant be the first of its kind,

For its not the first, to ever corrupt a male mind.

It had to have existed in prehistoric times,

But could not be described since they spoke only in dimes.

It traversed the millennia as a beauty untold,

For even those men lacked the words, that could this beauty hold.

Fortunate I am to witness this beauty,

And overlooked this day and age it will not be.

Though I lack the words to describe it adequately,

Its existence will be documented surely.

This beauty however worries not about being recorded,

Since it knows that someday it will be justly rewarded.

For soon the words to do it justice will be invented,

And this beauty doesn’t worry, for it will still exist undented.