A person is only beautiful, when their own beauty, is reflecting on to others.

 

_{As you can see every morning when you wake I am no longer …
Even though I am not part of the living sense I am still living through you
Every breeze which touches your face every breath you embrace
I was called home not to ours but to my Lords
A home so sound and peaceful, Full of joy and hope
Every day which passes by , to you is a day which brings a saddened distance since we last saw each other
Yet to me it is a day closer when you will be called home and we will joyfully meet once again}