How do you define beauty? How do you draw the line between what tickles your fancy and what just strips you of all sane reasoning? Do you still hold the notion that beauty is in the beholder's eye? What if my gift of sight has been marred by purposeless lusts? What if I am ill-equipped to completely tell when beauty enters my world?
I have all these questions, yet the answers elude me. Truth is, beauty announces itself; it must not always come in a pretty face, neither must it come with a body like that of a goddess. Most times you find it buried in extreme humility with a face and a body you'll easily write off as undeserving, but does that change the fact? No, it doesn't.
You also have to understand that there are few occasions when you find beauty laden with humility and graced with the face and body of a goddess who knows her worth. When the universe presents such a magnificent edifice, you can only but that God that you saw it in your time here on earth.
They are rare, but trust me when I say they exist. I have lived an interesting life thus far and I am still yet to live some more beautiful long years. In my time here on earth, I have been blessed to know a few. They are worth the time and are very deserving of all the accolades.
@klynic