Something about Beauty

I will tell you something about beauty.
Not everything I know, not everything there is to know, but something. Something rather important and most times overlooked.
I will tell you something about beauty, something you might know already, something you may have heard about. Believe me when I say it, but you need to hear it again.
I will not say what beauty is not.
I will not say what beauty should be.
I will only say what beauty is and maybe, just maybe, you will see it with me.
Beauty is physical, it is obvious, it is attractive to all the senses.
Beauty is deep, beyond what you can see, hear or smell.
Beauty is the feeling.
Beauty is imperfection, beauty is perfection.
Beauty is in spite of errors and mistakes.
Beauty is the toothless smile of a neonate or an elderly woman.
Beauty is music, dancing and rhymes.
Beauty is danger and beauty is safety.
Beauty is the endeavour to excellence.
Beauty is the passion and indeed the pain.
Beauty is the look in the eyes of a loved one, the warmth of their presence and caress of their touch.
Beauty is trust and betrayal.
Beauty is abandon, freedom.
Beauty is struggle.
Beauty is love lost and love found again.
Beauty is fading, persistent and eternal.
Beauty is present, past and future.
Beauty is absence, beauty is presence.
Beauty is holding on.
Beauty is letting go.
Beauty is memories, tears and joy.Beauty is in the moment. In the day light and in the deep of the night.
Beauty is life. Beauty is death.
Beauty is doing. Beauty is being.
This is just a part of what beauty is. Beauty is a choice, a choice to see beauty in everything.
Beauty is many things but most importantly,
Beauty is grace.