This morning's song was released in 1997 by Elton John. I have always found the old saying true 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. What is beautiful to each of us varies enormously, especially when what we see as beautiful inhabits the face of a sweetheart and soul mate. It requires the love of one person towards another to see beneath their skin and to be able to feel and experience the essence of all that lies there unseen.
Another peculiarity of mankind is how a special occasion can make a loved one look more beautiful to their partner than they may appear on other occasions; perhaps seeing the untold happiness on a mother's face who has just given birth to a much-wanted child ideally represents this assertion. There are insufficient stars in the heavens to match that glow of beautiful light radiating from the mother's inner happiness. I find the same beauty in the face of a woman in love; a look of endless happiness.
I know there have been occasions in my life when the loved one I have been with appears to have radiated more beauty than I have seen them emit previously. It may have been as the result of a new dress they were wearing or the different way they have arranged their hair etc.
Indeed, I would go so far as to say, behind every look is a beauty to be found; an untold story worthy of understanding and appreciation that lights up the intrinsic softness of the skin, automatically increases the warmth of the heart and which provides a glimpse of the unfathomable depths of the soul. This is what I call the 'Cinderella moment' that reserves itself for special occasions and special nights and days of the year that enables one's eyes to see anew without a shadow of imperfection.
I recall seeing such beauty on the first night I knew for certain how much I loved my wife, Sheila, and again on the morning of our wedding day, when even the briskness of a November climate could not steal the beauty of unmistakable love and happiness that filled Sheila's face. I knew then that whenever I wanted to see, feel, taste and know beauty, that Sheila would be my favourite place to go.
Love and peace. Bill xxx