“…She doesn’t know that she is beautiful. She has an idea, but she doubts; and in her doubt, she hides herself away. I wish she wouldn’t, but she does.
Her beauty is more than superficial. It runs deep, is of spirit and light, and if ever she let it fully show, it would blind many in this world. Perhaps I am already so. I try and help her see, to bring her beauty back before her eyes only so she may know. Maybe I succeed. Maybe I fail, but I still try…”
(This is something I wrote down quickly, a beginning thought to maybe something bigger.)