There is a beauty that is defined by our eyes. That redeeming beauty remains only if there is inner beauty to uphold the definition our eyes behold. There is a beauty which goes deep inside the heart and holds its place there.
We desire beauty. A beauty that the eyes behold. Beauty is a quality. It comes from the heart. It cannot be made from the outside; although, most try.
I saw her for the first time and saw her beauty. She doesn’t see it. As I saw her closely, her beauty grew. I saw her marry last week. Again, I saw her beauty. It didn’t change. It radiated. This is Mary. She is beauty. I will miss her sitting next to me playing our flutes and sharing our hearts. I will miss her smile and her deep thoughts.
My picture for this week in my P52 project. It had to be Mary.