Beauty.
Beauty is something that does not need seeking.
It is loving memory that brings warmth to your heart.
It is the pain that you feel after your first true loss.
It is the passionate love you feel for another.
It is the butterflies that fill your stomach as you start a spontaneous journey.
It is the complete relief after a good cry.
It is the sincere happiness after you have had a jovial laugh.
It is the one night of pure and utter boredom.
It is the knotted hair that runs down a little girl's back.
It is the innocence, youth, and pure intelligence of a new born.
It is the tear that trickles down a mother's face after her child's first day of school.
It is the teacher who teaches to inspire, and create new knowledge.
It is the bare face of a girl who has finally taken off her mask of make-up.
It is the clasping hands of two people just because they care for each other.
It is simple.
Beauty is life and therefore is constantly being extinguished and created.
Beauty is something that does not need seeking.
It is loving memory that brings warmth to your heart.
It is the pain that you feel after your first true loss.
It is the passionate love you feel for another.
It is the butterflies that fill your stomach as you start a spontaneous journey.
It is the complete relief after a good cry.
It is the sincere happiness after you have had a jovial laugh.
It is the one night of pure and utter boredom.
It is the knotted hair that runs down a little girl's back.
It is the innocence, youth, and pure intelligence of a new born.
It is the tear that trickles down a mother's face after her child's first day of school.
It is the teacher who teaches to inspire, and create new knowledge.
It is the bare face of a girl who has finally taken off her mask of make-up.
It is the clasping hands of two people just because they care for each other.
It is simple.
Beauty is life and therefore is constantly being extinguished and created.
