You don’t love a woman
for the beauty of her body.
That?
It’s only what the eyes see.
And the eyes? They get used to it.
You don’t love a woman for what she shows to the world,
because appearances
can always be adjusted,
filtered,
transformed.
But that’s not where love takes root.
You love a woman
for what she radiates—for that energy you can’t explain,
yet feel deeply, for the way she is
when she plays no role,
for her silences, for her words,
for her truth.
You love her for her light,
but also for her shadows,
because that’s where she is real.
You love a woman for what she awakens in you,
for what she stirs without even trying.
It’s not a question of perfection—
it’s a question of connection.
Because deep down, beauty attracts,
but it is the soul that holds you.
And what we truly love
is never what can be seen—
it’s what can be felt.
