"One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only few, and they are more beautiful if they are few. One moon shell is more impressive than three...Gradually one...keeps just the perfect specimen, not necessarily a rare shell, but a perfect one of its kind. One sees it apart by itself, ringed around by space-like the island. For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. Only in space are events and objects and people unique and significant and therefore beautiful."
Anne Morrow Lindberg in Gift from the Sea

White rose

I saw a girl, opposite the street, Who is amazingly beautiful, When she was walking, I watched Her hair,which was swaying in the wind. And then, she came through to me, I noticed, her face so beautiful, like a white rose. At that time, I felt my heart was going to stop. I know, all the vocabularies aren't enough to explain my emotions, But in every single second her beauties are in my mind. Whenever I look at her eyes, I feel myself like a bird,which is flying freely, Oh my God! her nose,lips, neck and her body, quite beautiful like an Angel, I know, she isn't mine, may be her heart is working for somebody else, But, I wish she would know, my heart is working for her, every time, until to die.