Its amazing how beauty is so circumstantial, for instance every time you see someone who is soooooooooooooooooooooo beautiful, that they make your knees weak, (and this is just from a purley physical sense at this point) they take your breath away and your mind stops for a momnet before it begins to wander and dream, but then the more and more, and the longer you see/know them the less their physical beauty is an issue, the physical features that once amazed you begin to become mundane and average, the beauty of the individual begins to transform from an external amzament into an internal understanding.
+The beauty of someone you have know for a long time no longer is based upon their physical beauty but upon the friendship, experinces and companionship that have been forged over a period of time. +Like a flower with its amazing scent and colours draws you into its secret mystical presence, only for you to find the nectar inside in which something as sweet as honey is produced. Physical beauty can never last in the first place, based on someting that is impermanet and bound for decay.
+The beauty of someone you have know for a long time no longer is based upon their physical beauty but upon the friendship, experinces and companionship that have been forged over a period of time. +Like a flower with its amazing scent and colours draws you into its secret mystical presence, only for you to find the nectar inside in which something as sweet as honey is produced. Physical beauty can never last in the first place, based on someting that is impermanet and bound for decay.
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