Beauty is moral.
I don't care what anyone says.
Beauty softens, eases, comforts, sweetens,
lightens, graces, amazes, entices...
Beauty is at your bedside,
singing something so tender.
Beauty is goodness we almost run from.
We crumble. We conform at once to her will.
Because she is gracious, abundant,
We become peaceful in order to listen.
Like children, like lambs, we are innocent.
Only touched to be in her presence.
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