True beauty is a child of Pure Love,
Spawned from the unconditional adoration of a flawless creature in the midst of imperfection.
The memory of Beauty is intangibly sweet in life and evokable in death.
True beauty is a child of pure love, to know it is to recognise its intangibility, it's superiority over vanity, It's worth evident in unadulterated adoration.
True beauty is imitated, vanity incognito and love blemished. Vanity envies beauty, poses as beauty, blots love and swindles the ignorant...a ruse nontheless.
Beauty is invunerable, arrows and spears will not pierce as tongues and pens will not mock. Pure love conquers all and with it the spoils of adoration are gained...the love of a beautiful person.
till tuesday pple....let the chillathon begin!!!!!!