Beauty

"Beauty is only skin deep", possibly the most clichéd introduction for such a topic. But anyway, what does it mean to be deemed- beautiful...

I often hear that this or that person is Beauty incarnate, that his/her features are perfect, that they match the golden triangle et cetra... For me, this is not beauty. This kind of beauty is rather a cold, ephemeral one. It is not meant to last.

I believe that beauty is eternal. Whatever happens, no matter what can harm it, nothing, not even time, can destroy it. Someone very famous noted, "A thing of Beauty is joy forever..." A human's beauty cannot be imprisoned in formulae, in theories, because it is out of reach.

Beauty... Even trying to define it is an impossible task. But when you see it, you recognize it immediately. It can be a sparkle in the eye, a way to bend the head, a way to talk that illuminates the face. It can be a way to move the hands, a softness in the voice that makes you stay in place, paralyzed, while you feel like you are flying to heaven, far, far from this world.

It can be a mix too. Few people have that particular gift of beauty. Fewer people see it. But some have at once that sparkle in the eye, that sweet softness in the voice, that tranquille strength that just makes you melt... Some people have this, yes, and even more. This can be combined to actions, that can be imitated, but never created unless you are born that way.

It can be a way to walk, a way to imperceptibly move the hands while talking, a way to kiss- slightly, slowly, and yet powerfully, sending millions of feelings that can only be found in that precious moment; in such a moment, you try as much as possible to feel it, almost swallow every emotion, every atom around, anything that could make this moment last longer (or even, forever!) because you know it just won't.

Features do not create beauty, but beauty creates the features, and it cannot be easily found. When you find it, try not to lose it. For if that person had the gift of Beauty, you had the gift to see it. And every time you will be in contact with that person, you legs will tremble, your hands will shake, you mouth will dry up, and pupils will dilate, and after, when beauty is gone, you will be unable to move, or maybe will you become totally hyper!

You will tell me: This is Love. No. You just need special eyes to see Beauty, and those eyes are given to you by Love. They are more than just, precious.