Eros and Poetry

There was once a girl who lived in a cave and never aged. She had fiery red hair that fell in front of her eyes, tangled between her breasts, touched her pube and caressed her white statuesque legs. Her name was Beauty. She was very beautiful but did not know it for she had no one to tell her so. Days, years, centuries passed and nothing ever happened thus for her it was as if not a moment had gone by, and perhaps it was so...
One day there came a boy whose name was Eros. When he saw her, bedazzled by her beauty and lightheaded he fell in her arms and asked her what her name was. She did not answer him and he granted her a name he thought in that moment.
"You are Poetry that sees all as they are not and makes all as she wants them to be". So Beauty became Poetry  and ever since, every poet born in this world shapes day by day her body until the day when beauty and the world will be as one.

by Markos the Gnostic
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CREDITS:

Beauty-poetry: fav.me/d1q1vu4
Eros: fav.me/d4scu23

bow and arrows: fav.me/d5zm04s
wings brushes: fav.me/dm88ta
hair brushes: fav.me/d11tnp4

cave background: fav.me/d84blkm
grassy rock: fav.me/d5nb9fs
ground rock: fav.me/d7awgr2

vine: fav.me/d4rwbe9
rock and vines: dev frozenstocks

Special thanks to Markos the Gnostic for allowing me to translate and post here his story which inspired the image!
You can visit his blog from which the story was taken here: [link] (fair warning it's in Greek )