True Beauty

A Truly Beautiful Woman
There are very few women in the world
who have been truly beautiful.  Very few.
When you look for that beautiful woman
you must look deeper then her physical
beauty.  You must look past her many physical
attributes, past the shape of her body
the curve of her hip and the way that she
responds to pleasure.  Past even her attentiveness
to your needs, her response to your advances.
You must look deeper inside. 
When you look at her mind, you must see the beauty of
her intellect, the power of her mental essence,
the love that she radiates, and that special
person that she is. 
But, even that is not deep enough.
You must look to her personality, that which has
been forged through the fires of life, the
rigors of hardships, and the pain of physical
challenges.  That personality which reflects
in her eyes, and will glow with its shining life.
It will be like a star, that in the evening filament
twinkles and the humor of her personality will
flicker into your awareness with joyous abandon.
But, even that is not deep enough. 
You must pass even her personality to reach into
her heart.  Her heart must beat with a passion,
she must pulse with love.  Her blood must flow
carrying to her fingertips the messages
of her love.  Written in tender touches for you alone.
Even that is not deep enough to discover the truly
beautiful person. 
To be truly beautiful, to really surpass all others,
you must glance into her soul.  Surrounded by her aura,
cradled in her essence, this is the place of true beauty. 
Its reflection sharper then the calmest waters of a fountain. 
A soul of true spirituality.  Its here that beauty is truly
found.  Forever tranquil, in the endless memories that
each time you meet her impress themselves into your heart.
                                                              ~Chuck Johnson


This has become one of My favorite poems over the last nine years... I keep going back to it's truth.  I know this is a poem of a woman and her beauty but the same can be said for a man and his as well.  It's more about the worth of a person than the beauty of a person.  
   Every single human alive is beautiful and unique (even the annoying little twats that seem to always find a way to ruffle My feathers or the jackass macho men who think they know better because they are 'male' ooooo that just makes my eyes twitch... you never wanna see My eyes twitch, lol. nonetheless they are beautiful in their own way).   Call it optimism, call it compassion, call it whatever you like but I truly believe that.  
   To see true beauty, however, as this poem says, you must look past many many things.   My favorite line in this ' Past even her attentiveness to your needs, her response to your advances.'  
  Growing up I had to 'do things' to gain love, or what was told to Me was love. When I was older I dated, too many if you ask Me, men who when asked 'why do you love me?'  would 9 times out of 10 give an answer of how I made them feel, what I did for them, or how I looked.
    I married a man who I thought loved Me for Me.... but alas even in that he only loved the 'idea' of Me, not ME specifically.They each saw the beauty in Me not for who I was but for what I did for them. To see past what someone can do for you or how they make you feel, to see that person instead.... that's what I want.   When you can see beauty in someone for what they do for you, it's a selfish sort of beauty you see and admire.  But to truly see the beauty in someone for who they are... that's seeing true beauty with eyes wide open.