Beauty is the thing of might n dread.

Beauty Is A Thing Of Might n Dread

Beauty as per the passionate is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.

The tired and the weary say," beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit."

The restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains, with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
 But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the MIRROR.