What is The essence of beauty?
Is it just the outside appearance of the things I see with my naked eye,
Or is it something much, much more?
It’s that object deep within the very being,
rising outwardly to the physical formation of her curves,
expressed through the subtle actions she chooses to demonstrate to the world.
First time your sugar brown eyes locked with mine,
I knew you were the one I wanted.
Character of those delicious plump lips,
showing off straight line of pearly whites,
forming a genuine smile of honesty and purity.
That HUGE brain spitting out facts and figures,
yet creatively designing the soft harmonies of joy,
your thoughts coming off in perfect pitch with mine.
Burned onto my retinas is the image of beauty,
you petting a cute fury white rabbit
in the middle of a fresh green meadow.
Your natural goodness,
radiating from that caramel skin,
warming up the room.
The mesh of our bodies melting together
underneath each other’s sweet embrace.
Making a spiritual contract
with the instruments of our bodies,
under His watchful eye,
as our souls intertwine into one.
It’s the very God-fearing soul
that loves His Son and in the end,
wants nothing more than to please Him.
It’s the continuous outburst of laughter,
SPRINGING from the core
as we walk and talk.
But all of these are mere phrases,
describing one specific kind of beauty.
Then how can we know exactly what the essence of beauty really is?
We cannot except unto ourselves,
and what it appears to be from our lonely view
Truly the essence of beauty
is in the eyes of the beholder,
I say, In my eyes,
You Are True Beauty!
P.S.
I look into your red rose heart
And I hope to see me
Cuz that’s where I want to be
My Unspoken Sermon 