The world is a mad, mad mess
But in this mess, we find glorious beauty.
The kind of beauty this world contains
Cannot be plainly seen by just the naked eye.
To have an eye for this sort of beauty,
One must have lived and loved.
Beauty comes all ways
From the dandelions in a field on a beautiful, clear day
To the hope of new life and the faith of a child.
The loveliness of a starry summer night.
The lightning on a stormy day.
I do believe, though, that one of the most beautiful things in this world, if not the most beautiful, is the love between people; the love between a father or a mother and child, the love between a groom and his bride, the love between lifelong friends, the love between people you don't even know, but you love them because you see the beauty in them.
by me.
But in this mess, we find glorious beauty.
The kind of beauty this world contains
Cannot be plainly seen by just the naked eye.
To have an eye for this sort of beauty,
One must have lived and loved.
Beauty comes all ways
From the dandelions in a field on a beautiful, clear day
To the hope of new life and the faith of a child.
The loveliness of a starry summer night.
The lightning on a stormy day.
I do believe, though, that one of the most beautiful things in this world, if not the most beautiful, is the love between people; the love between a father or a mother and child, the love between a groom and his bride, the love between lifelong friends, the love between people you don't even know, but you love them because you see the beauty in them.
by me.
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