Delicate structures

Transient beauty

Caught between freeze and melt

Captured just in time♥

Asters, heavily frosted♥

Every molecule of you delights me, love

My life in the worship of your beauty

is profitably spent

If you would but smile at me once

Too rude, too rough to touch your delicacy

Soon enough the sun will have you

Evanescent soul, angel♥

If beauty falls

In the jungle, with no one

To hear it, did it?

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” 
― Rumi

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York:
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths:
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front:
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

-Shakespeare, Richard III

From "Perennial Fiore" by Dale Chihuly