beauty.

what is beauty?

dictionary.com says...

beau⋅ty: the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).

beauty... it's that "thing" that we can't specifically define... yet we all know it when we see it... when we hear it... when we feel it... when we touch it... when we smell it... when we taste it... when we sense it...

when we dream about it...

like the beauty of a song that expresses the melody of a heart better than the heart itself...

like movement that communicates an unspoken language between body and soul that can express only that which is too deep for words...

beauty... even the word itself... has a beauty about it... within it resonates tranquility and splendor... peace, calm, rest... and awe.

beauty has perspective... beauty is in the eye of the beholder... or then again is it?... what delights my heart, may not delight yours... right?... and what does it actually mean to 'behold' anyway?...

oh, to gaze upon...

so, then WHO actually is the BEHOLDER here?... what wonderful secrets do we keep that we are completely unaware of??? what marvelous mysteries are hidden away in our hearts that we have yet to discover???... why are they locked away???... and who beholds the key???...

there is more to this beauty thing than even we know... and more to the BEHOLDER than we will ever know... this side of eternity anyway...

I AM... is... true beauty... a relevant GOD, with an intensely... jealously... passionately... burning... but oh so romantic love... a softly and steadily yet strongly resonating rhythm of a resounding heartbeat that beats deeply within us... made in the image of a magnificent CREATOR...

the sacred romance...

in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret places of the cliff,
let me see YOUR face,
let me hear YOUR voice;
for YOUR voice is sweet,
and YOUR face is lovely.”

you have ravished my heart,
with one look of YOUR eyes,

...his eyes are like doves
by the rivers of waters,
washed in milk,
mounted like jewels.

my lover is radiant and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.

his head is purest gold;
his hair is wavy

his cheeks are like beds of spice
yielding perfume.
his lips are like lilies
dripping with myrrh.

his arms are rods of gold
set with chrysolite.
his body is like polished ivory
decorated with sapphires.

his legs are pillars of marble
set on bases of pure gold.
his appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as its cedars.

his mouth is sweetness itself;
he is altogether lovely

yes, he is altogether lovely.
this is my beloved,

i am my BELOVED’s,
and my BELOVED is mine.

before i was even aware,
my soul had made me...

turn your eyes away from me,
for they have overcome me.

promise me...
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love before it's time.

who is this coming up from the desert
leaning on her lover?

how beautiful your sandaled feet,
o prince's daughter!
your graceful legs are like jewels,
the work of a craftsman's hands.

you have stolen my heart, my bride;
you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.

how beautiful you are and how pleasing,
o love, with your delights!

the king is held captive by your tresses.
how fair and how pleasant you are...

you are beautiful, my darling,
beautiful beyond words.

your eyes are like doves
behind your veil.
your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.

your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

your teeth are as white as sheep,
recently shorn and freshly washed.

your smile is flawless,
each tooth matched with its twin.

your lips are like scarlet ribbon;
your mouth is inviting.

your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
behind your veil.

your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David,
jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.

Your breasts are like two fawns,
twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

before the dawn breezes blow
and the night shadows flee,
i will hurry to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.

oh, how beautiful you are! how pleasing and full of delights,
my darling, beautiful in every way.

you are slender like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
i said, “I will climb the palm tree
and take hold of its fruit.”

may your kisses be as exciting as the best wine,
flowing gently over lips and teeth.

come, my love, let us go out to the fields
and spend the night among the wildflowers.

let us get up early and go to the vineyards
to see if the grapevines have budded,
if the blossoms have opened,
and if the pomegranates have bloomed.

there I will give you my love.

promise me...
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love before it's time...

i am my BELOVED’s,
and HIS desire is toward me.

come away, my BELOVED.