Beauty lives in the eyes of the beholder. It lives there being compared to all around it. The eyes that behold looks to a sunset in the distance as he stands on a sandy beach. The eyes gaze at snow covered mountains as then clouds slowly move across the sky. And what makes him smile is her hair falling in her face. A full moon hangs with a night sky filled with brightly shining stars. And he stops to see your eyes in the darkness. The eyes that beholds beauty looks away from all these things and looks to you. And your beauty wins over all that every time! "I Miss Your Smile."
