So much is held inside the word “beauty.”

So much, that to say something is beautiful almost doesn’t do one thing or person justice anymore.

But, oh the sound of that word. We  long to possess it. And cradle it as if it were the rarest accomplice to have in a battle that screams of unsightly deeds.

“You’re beautiful. You are”.

What a simple phrase that the heart longs to capture from its lover’s lips.

It’s everywhere. Yet, we deny it its presence.  How it is crushed beneath our heavy eyes; Our ears sealed tight.

You are welcomed here. Please do not go. Do not flee and leave this craving soul.