The beautiful among us do not have it wasted upon their faces, to be fed upon by lustful eyes, to be faded by the ravaged of time and age. They impart theirs differently,weaving it within their words and actions to enrich minds and hearts,to which time the great destroyer of feebleness,  is compelled to aid its greatness through memory.

We all know those wandering souls, those strange people that seeming appear from nowhere at the door step of our existence. They enter into our lives as a guest would ones home, they stay for a time yet unselfishly they do not a make a home of it yet care for it all the same. Like all guests they too must leave, going as they came without any expectation. Yet what remains is the impression they make on you, how they change you.Even in their taking leave they manage to give. It is only then their beauty is truly understood.

Pity those with a beautiful face, for it is beauty wasted. Existing in its cheapest and weakest form, unable withstand time, appreciated within a mere span of a glance. Cherish those who did not waste their beauty upon themselves, those who have mastered the ability to apply it to their surroundings, produced a beauty that lasts, a beauty that takes a lifetime to know.