I don’t know how many beautiful people I’ve met, there seem to be so many of them. I remember in my first year on some student pole Lancaster got voted as having the best looking undergrads…well all I can say is that they must’ve been right.
So many people I know who just look so…and so who are so…the words defy me.
So lets see, all my beautiful friends…can you guess who I’m describing? (I’m not posting answers in my comments but if you’re desperate to know I will tell you)
Soft lips bending to reach rounded cheeks and deep eyes that fall away into everything, an outside shell that is transparent and yet impenetrable and a wide smile that gives away nothing.
Smile starting in those shining eyes that miss nothing and hide everything, controlled passion in a voice made for poetry or protest, the smartest ideas wrapped into a mind built for utter purity.
Curving lips that widen hugely and eyes that dance merrily, voice that tickles inside the ears in a whisper and deepens to a roar of absolution, the walk a dance of teasing playfulness.
Perfect pixie smile, eyes innocent and wild, a sway and poise that cannot be repeated and voice soft enough to slide along that creamy-white skin.
Full like-lightning smile in a face that changes by the second, perfect poise and a truth for every occaision in a voice that speaks only when you are so sure, quicksilver under velvet wraps.
I look at who I’ve initially thought of as beautiful…beauty is a deffinate quality I think. Not an aesthetic one only but also something that can be percieved in some other way, I mean not purely visually. There is some overall quality in these people that has made me think of them as I have described beauty. There are too many people who I know are beautiful for me to go on. Perhaps there is something in the strength of their personalities.
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,