In pursuit of beauty, I must not seek, But realizeβ π―ππ π° ππππππ π―ππ π΄ππππππ.
To admire Her form is instinct, To witness Her essence is πππ£ππππ‘πππ. Beauty is not just what is seenβ It is π€βππ‘ πππππππ π‘βπ βππππ‘ π‘π πππππ.
What is more beautiful Than to be ππππππ π ππ? What is more beautiful Than to admire not only Her feats, But the ππ π ππππ ππ π»ππ πππππ?
A sure sign that I have found beautyβ ππ¦ π’ππ€ππ£πππππ πππ¦πππ‘π¦. A sure sign of Her beautyβ ππ¦ π’πππππππ‘πππππ πππ£π.
Her grace does not commandβ πΌπ‘ ππ€πππππ . Her presence does not demandβ πΌπ‘ ππππ£ππ‘ππ . I kneel in πππ£ππππππ, Yet She lifts me, Yet She πππππ ππ πππ’ππ.
She does not ππ’ππβ She ππππππ ππ π πππππππ. She does not πππππππβ She πππ πππππ πππ£ππ‘πππ.
She is most beautiful, For πβπ πππππ πππ π‘βππππ ππππ’π‘πππ’π.
Her beauty is witnessed by many, But I have the privilege to ππ₯ππππππππ. To not just appreciate, But to be ππππππ‘ππ.
I have seen many pretty things, Yet Her beauty is not just to admire, But to ππβπππ. Not a concept to be pursued, But a π ππ’π πΌ π βπππ πππππππ‘π ππ¦π πππ π‘π.
Challenge me with any distance β It can never diminish. It can never wane. πβπ πππ£π ππ π»ππ πππππ π‘π¦.
No matter how flawed I am, She does not look down on me. No matter how broken my soul may be, She inspires my redemption. No matter the space between us, I live ππ βπππ ππ πππ’ππππ.
The depth of beauty is πππ‘ π ππ’πβπ‘β It is a truth unrecognized, Until it pervades the heart, Until it becomes the soul, πππ‘ππ ππ‘ πππππ πππ£ππ‘πππ πππ¦πππ ππ‘πππππ‘π¦.