She had moments about her of real beauty, unprepared and quite innocent of effort. There was something so genuine about those moments that they would stop you and make you look. But it was then that the beauty faded in the detail, in the gaze of examination, for her beauty was not skin deep, it wasn’t in appearance. It was the beauty of her soul emerging and which can only ever be caught out the corner of your eye, vanishing back beyond when you turn in concentrated wondering. It is beauty that makes the heart swell; it is beauty that makes the heart weep.
Observation – My Lover I
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Abby says
Simply beautiful!