A face has a language of its own. With some faces, the syntax is harsh and gutteral. Still, wisth others, it is fluent and full of rhythm.
And there are the few -- the elect of God, shall we say -- whose facial lines are limpid verses. The construct of eyes, mouth, neck, nose, hair, and skin make up poetry of a superior order. But the beauty is not skin-deep. In a face such as his, you catch a glimpse true beauty of a divine order that lies beneath the music of the verses.
Good night, friends. Have a great weekend!
