Fifty Shades of Beauty

"Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art"
 Rudolph Waldo Emerson

Some would be loath to agree with the above saying, so I'd allow them sit on their side of the fence. but if you are on my side...hold on! I've got no side. hehehe
What is beauty?, how should it be described, to what unit can it be quantified?. Raising such question is akin to emptying an ocean, what with the many school of thoughts, religious views and alas! our own opinion.  There are two sides to a coin, so it would suffice to say at this juncture that there are varying shades of /to beauty. But you know me, ever ready to deal. So here is my version.

short poems

Beauty unrivaled. Love unequaled. 
Hearts entwined with bonds unbroken. 
The promise I give a precious token. 
With my lips the words are spoken. I LOVE YOU!!!

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Dear weary bone
even as you cope
with life's scope
never lose hope
there will always be a way
some would tell you to pray
however, never lose sight
because you just might
find that you have reached the height.
just because you held on..

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Shadows creep
Whilst the night sleep
Keep watch over the babes in the crib
Lest they fall for the master of glib
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A boulevard of dreams 
A collage of scenes
A lip-full of kisses 
A heart-full of praises

Picturesque

Take a walk with me...
Hold my hand, I’ll show you what I see…
Vast land and seas
Arid ground and different seasons
The beauty of the rising sun; giving meaning to the dawn
The splendor of the sky above; bringing solace to the Eagle
The warmth of the open air; causing the rise and fall of many heartbeat
The blanket of cover from tree branches; casting shadows across the meadow
The wetness of the dew; heralding the manna for the day
The rain drops on the ground; sprouting forth new life from the earth
The shinny stars; taking guard over the moon
The brighness and whitness of the moon; illuminating the night
The silent night; rocking the sun in its cradle
The loud snore of the fat man; sending shivers down our spine
The toothless smile from the babe; selling the story of the innocent
The celebrations; drumming into our hearts the necessity of our culture
The heartfelt praise; thanking God for the grace to see the beauty of the world he created.
I bet only one word could describe all these: picturesque