Beauty is knowing when something is ugly.
Beauty is smiling at everything because true tragedy is often disguised as a normal everyday occurrence.
Beauty is loving love when there are no answers to the questions of your beloved.

Beauty is romance when surrounded by surreal images purporting to be absolute and crying is an unnecessary past time.
Beauty is me, you and life when you know no other experience.
Or knowing wish only for what you have.

Beauty is the sweet smells of past perfume permeating the conscious level of today’s reality while savoring happy yesterdays.
Beauty is vivid memories in retrospect as all is beauty in the past lives of the ancient wanderers.
The meaningless past forays become explorations in passion in the memory’s eye rather than the blunders they truly were.
And ugly lovers grow beautiful with time and distance.
Savoring happy yesterdays is a mind song for those whose last laugh is experience.

Beauty is happy yesterdays which mellowed with age bring the taste of sweetness to eyes , tried, tired, and TRUE.