Beauty is not something you buy in the aisles of drug stores,
Or (cosmetic) surgeries,
Beauty is a feeling, deep within;
An overflowing, slow-flowing surge
that lifts and burns and Devours
Pure beauty is the essence of life itself:
Show me a living being, and I’ll show you Beautiful.
Because when you feel that surge within
All of without is moved by it.
Beauty is the light that guides your eyes,
The waves that open your ears,
The nerves that soften your skin.
That which feels.
We all want beauty.
But it’s in our desire to own it
That we lose sight
Of the only place it can really be found…