There is no shortage of beautiful people in this world. What use is your beauty to me? Your beautiful hair, your beautiful eyes and legs? I will only speak of your beauty if your beautiful soul shines light on it, for I am blind to that other beauty. What use is your hair, eyes, and legs to me when I am the seeking the light within.
She is a beautiful muse. She cares for me and nurtures our bond. And when she is in my life then I feel an unknown happiness and an unusual serenity. This bond has been strong for a long time by now. And I feel a victory each time when she wins in life.