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Beauty is what you see when you close your eyes and that feeling you get, knowing you are alive There is no perfect ideal, no mathematical formula Pure beauty is only real when shared Share it with a friend or a family member Share it with your love or an interneter Beauty is the reason for all things.

Some say love is a feeling Some feel love as a memory Remembrance as a dance Romance as a mental faculty Spinning film on a golden spool Circling around Winding up and winding down Good times and bad times With a taste so sweet Until the bitter end Love cannot be beat

Like a snow flake falling from the sky In a flurry with no reason to hurry Surrounded by others Too different but the same Clouds sweep across the sky What was once empty Is now dark Getting darker Precipitation brews internally A soft and comfortable chill This storm will end With droplets on your windowsill