Beauty is the manifestation of love.

There is no shortage of beautiful people in this world. What use is your beauty to me? Your beautiful hair, your beautiful eyes and legs? I will only speak of your beauty if your beautiful soul shines light on it, for I am blind to that other beauty. What use is your hair, eyes, and legs to me when I am the seeking the light within.

You do not insist that I love you but how can I help it when I hear your unbridled laughter? How can I deny it when I see your constellating freckles? You do not insist that I love you but how can I help it when your scent shadows me at night? How can I deny it when your beauty attacks me in the light? You do not insist that I love you, but I insist that I do.

The clothes of time are wet because he foolishly stopped to witness your beauty in the rain.