A beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways she expresses her soul.
She is one who wraps her arms around the soul of the world, of all who love her and those who need to love. That’s beauty and if you can see that too, you’ll be smarter and wiser than most.
I love her curves. Fit as a footballer and the blessed fat of a baby, she is the most astonishing girl I ever met… easy to talk to and fun to be around. There’s beauty in being a good listener, someone who seeks to make connections and joy and see things from new perspectives. She has safe eyes, perhaps that’s the best way to say it. She has a beauty that made those billboard-princesses look as paper thin as they are.
Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. And when you look into her eyes you’ll know, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them you could read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful.