We have to see and treat beauty for what it is.
Respect it; love it; because that’s what it deserves. If you can’t notice someone’s pain in their eyes then you are just as blind to your own life. Tears are the back bone of beauty. Hold on to it; Kiss her tears.
How much disrespect and hate one heart can hold? A hard rain acts as harsh words spoken from disrespectful lips drowning out every bit of life. Beauty is like that flower that weathers to time taking the toll of pain.
Treat and respect beauty for what it is. Respect the mothers and wives that loved unconditional. Respect their beauty, its life giving. Love her flaws, none of us are perfect as her pedals turn brown, embrace her.
Love her endless beauty.
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