Beauty has its own weight have you ever noticed that?
Like a large weight has been laid on the fabric of
existence
It pulls you inward
Downward
Colors are more vivid in the presence of beauty
The light too enamored to leave
Sounds hushed and the air caress its source
As the very molecules succumb to this almost magical
magnetism
And have you noticed how time itself will slow down
As thick as molasses when in the presence of beauty
It's hurried pace slowed to a crawl to preserve and not to
mar or destroy
That is why it's so dangerous to gaze unprotected into such

Brilliant sources of beauty such as the sun as it rises over
a snow covered peek
Or setting over the lucid ocean
Why, with merely a glance into your eyes
One
Might
Freeze