Beauty is poetry flowing in your mind and heart, beauty is love that doesn’t wait for rewards and gifts but gives its sacred light gratuitously, beauty is a painting that is more alive than life itself, beauty is life that is more enchanting than a fairy-tale, beauty is hidden within you and me and when your eyes shine, and when my heart beats to the rhythm of jazz, and when a lucid river sings, and an ocean brings a sublime tranquility, and a tree rustles and you understand its ancient language these are the signs of Beauty, visible and hidden, silent and mellifluous and we should not let this impeccable Goddess vanish.