Beauty;

There’s beauty in nature, the changing seasons, changing weather. They way everything is just changing, floating across time. The bright reds and warming browns of autumn encompassing what was once the lush green foliage of summer or the frost stained bare branches, ominous in the darkness but a wonderland in the winter sun until life is restored once again as spring comes around. In spring, like a miracle the whole world is reborn. Bursting buds of bright coloured petals, beauty spots on the face of the landscape. The barron fields bustling with life once more as the spring lamb dances over the moors. Birdsong once again fills the air, returning from the South, homeward bound. Natures landscape an empty canvas slowly brimming with colour and then painted over again, never once the same- but still eternal beauty.

As notes dot across the stave, a heavy bass or soft melody dancing over the ebony and ivory keys of a piano or, plucked on the nylon strings of a classical guitar. Everyone perceves the beauty of music in a different way. This assortment is what makes it so truly special. As one piece draws out happiness in any situation, takes over you body, soul and mind. The dance floor light with a thousand bodies, swaying to the deep groove. The forty piece orchestra, accompanied by a concerto of piano and sweeping of stringed viola and cello. Is this truly the art of the soul? Close your eyes, live this out of body experience, fly across the sea of major tones. Each tear drops to the soundtrack each and everyones lives. From once was the crackle of needle on acetate, following the tracks through the winding tapes into the mp3. What once was just mere vibration is now a symphony of beauty.

Language- the spoken words, communication from person to person. Spanning from romantic prose, sung lyric, novella or everyday conversation. The sanctity that transfers and transfixes emotion, that’s the true beauty of language. Used everywhere, every second, every day- across every nation of the world. Beautifully strung sentences that hold a hidden meaning, vows of love; “j’adore, armastan, daisuki da yo”. Vowels, symbols, consonants and accents. The feeling trapped in every word of the darkest poetry. The essence of knowledge, as it conveys lessons and scriptures. Secrets to the past that can be uncovered by just understanding the literature language has formed.

The alluring eyes, lushus lips, perfectly formed breasts and long legs that adorn the body of each and every female/woman. Capturing the innocent gasps of passing men, that letch and yearn to witness the full beauty of ones body. Skin soft to the touch in a passionate embrace. To feel finger tip to tip, body to body, lips to lips- beauty that’s in the desire to explore every inch of your body. Adorn it with kisses that climax in ecstasy and pleasure from sexual desire. The perfection modelled by her that draws out desire to appropriate love with action accompanied by luxurious bliss on both halves. Every body unique and beautiful in every sense- mature or nymphette, tall or skinny, love.

To feel love is like a blessing from above. Your body and mind fills the the brim with happiness and contempt. How one can say three simple words that mean so much to the other, that creates a feeling of ecstasy or melancholic sorrow is beautiful in every right. Love is what makes us human, what makes us real and not a mannequin empty of emotion. The beauty of love changes ones life, creates obsession, a void that shrouds a humans soul. A force so powerful, everyone yearns to ‘be in love’, ‘fall head over heels’, infatuation, that divine feeling. Divinity in ones self. Completion. It creates the illusion nothing else matters, causative actions- to make love, intercourse of ones soul. Heterosexual or homosexual- it’s all the same- true, untainted love.