As the flowers to your own beauty you are blind, yet it is only in the presence of such sun-given nectar that all ecosystems thrive.
Beauty ideal... beauty I deal... beauty eye deal... trading, women, beauty... language and culture are the same thing and we need to see how deep the lingual programming of these behavioural responses and attitudes is.
As starlight to the black heavens, the beauty of your heart is to my world.
I sense your beauty with my heart because it is weaved from threads of love.
Beauty is formed each day with each micro-choice for love over emotional indifference.
Your love is a beauty I see with my soul.
There is more beauty in the touch of your hand than in every fashion magazine ever printed.
Let that beauty shine into the world, yet always be okay with closing the door when you need solitude; even the daisies rests at night, their petals folded inward. So let it show, be bold, chase your dreams with everything you have - because that is your beauty too. Your thoughts, your creative spark, the way you dance when no-one is watching - it is beautiful... you are beautiful. All I ask is that when the storms come you always remember to open up those delicate petals again and feel the gentle rays of the sun.
There is beauty here for eyes born as free and loving souls, for the heart that hears the soft song of the wind as soothing as the sweetest of lullabies. For there are daisies that grow tall and pure upon our earth, reaching upwards in sunshine, blessed by rain, free for all to enjoy. There are the clouds who sail above, creating new art by the moment, naturally evolving from one masterpiece to the next, a perfect picture of time without hands or measure, always onward, more honest than any clock. This beauty is an ever-present season, yet it feels as a summer, one that remains regardless of all else. It is a beauty asking softly if we are going to "Scarborough Fair," and what will we do when we get there? Will we rediscover simple love and find it dwells within us too, that love is the most magical of mirrors, making not a reflection but a real seed that matters, one capable of growing. This simple beauty of nature is enough to rescue us all, it's time to believe in the most humble of beautiful miracles.
Beauty is the flower be-speckled with dew in the thin light of dawn, it is the volunteer at the soup kitchen who missed their own Christmas meal, it is a lioness hunting on the plains. It is majesty and self-sacrifice, it is the wonders of the natural world and our spiritual wholeness. I can never see beauty as something bought in a store, coiffured hair, pouting lips and come-get-me eyes. It can't be had by starving yourself or working extra shifts to purchase designer goods. Beauty is free, we just have to embrace it, protect it and value it. But first we have to know what it is.
There is a connection between "beauty" and "love," but not in the way advertisers would have us believe. They tout a form of beauty that is merely aesthetic, something that could inspire lust - a thin replica of love based more in desire and conquest. What they claim to bestow they cannot, for real beauty comes from within; and it is only that form of beauty that can make lasting love connections. True love is a unity of souls, not facial features and products that will be wiped clean away come the evening time. If we truly wish to be happy, to be healthy and grounded, content with who we are, we need to find real beauty in both ourselves and those who share our lives. Finding it begins with a quiet understanding of one other, not demanding perfection but seeking the beauty every person holds within.