He was beautiful, but he was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.

Tragically beautiful like stunning night symbolizes a graveyard of stars. Still witnessing its beauty millions of years after its light no longer shines. Though you are gone, your light remains forever. I guess this means that the beauty in all things is eternal.

He was beautiful, but he was beautiful in the way we pick the most elegant flowers, and give them to those who do not love us.

Fascinatingly beautiful as the color stricken trees, colors of red, orange, yellow, and brown, that we continue to cut down, and I don’t wonder why people don’t want us to tell them they are beautiful and loved.

He was beautiful, but he was beautiful in way fireflies flash, for only a moment.

That angelic glow that flickers in the night, afraid to shine too long, just in case you saw it. Too scared that you’ll get bored with its methodical and routine acts of life and light, and you’ll no longer see the beauty within.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way dew glows brightly on the petals of daisies at dawn.

Representing the glory and beauty of a brand new day, covered in the sweet scent of flowers and graceful acts of life.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way sea foam green waves forever return to the land, routinely to greet those who love it.

The suns magnificent rays mirror off the crystal water, blinding you with its presence.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way lightning strikes the sky, lighting the way through the darkness.

Divinely beautiful as a summer storm, ending with a breathtaking rainbow of God’s promise. A work of art, cherished by all and I don’t wonder why people want us to tell them they are beautiful and loved.

He was a disaster.
She was a blessing.
He destroyed all things.
She made all things new.
They completed each other.
She restored his life.
He destroyed her demons.