Beautiful

 
Beautiful

I could say so many things about beauty.
I could tell you of the sunset then explain the laws of physics that create all those colors
There are roses and posies and daisies and things with so many beautiful colors
But the purpose of their attractiveness is to facilitate pollination and we as humans are merely voyeurs of the nature of birds and bees.
Music can be beautiful too,
But it only turns from a cacophony of noise into something beautiful when a particular collision of sound frequencies create harmony in our ears.
A beautiful poem is much more than a pile of words.
It becomes beautiful when it transcends language and touches some emotion.

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And I could tell you of all the beauty that you are
Then begin the long and dangerous task of describing every single beautiful piece and when I'm finally done, when I've exhausted my vocabulary, when there are no more descriptors adequate to tell you,
I will tell you the beauty I see grows from the beauty YOU see.
Truth is, beauty is NOT only skin deep.
The opposite is true.
In fact, what our eyes see is only the final touch.
There's so much more beauty beyond
It's the kind that I feel when I'm around you.
It's the kind that makes other people smile
It's that beauty that only comes when you've given someone else a piece of you.
Yes, there is such a thing as beauty.
I see it through your eyes, feel it through your heart.
~jlg2014