Lovers find secret places
inside this violent world
where they make transactions
with beauty.

Rumi

Proposed to by glamour and married to vanity
 she tied the knot with blood clot rubies and traded in her chastity 
Armoured in bangles, hand cut diamonds 
and Indian gold around her neck like pythons 

- Piano Girl
Narcissus fell in love with what he saw in the water
Was it his reflection or was it the beauty of the lake
Can our eyes be deceived?   
Eyes are the window into a woman’s heart. 
All else ceases to conquer.
A Wonderful human being
Woman of my dreams

Alicia Keys

“The beauty of unexpected events”

I used to read a lot on the Afghan-Russian war of the 80’s and the casualties that occurred from the reign of the steel hammer. People were forced from their homes and had to take shelter in remote mountains providing cover from the juggernaut engines of war. Mothers were separated from their children, husbands from wives and brothers from sisters, some of whom they would never see again. 
Among the onslaught, there is little covered on the acts of violence performed on women during the war. The Russian government turned a blind eye to the rape and murder while soldiers acted in animosity with disregard to morality and civil duties. 
This picture caught my eye (no pun), and of the many that i’d seen in articles and journals, this stands out the most to me..
She had fled her village with her brother and her grandmother, leaving her parents behind in the chaos. Their flee through the mountain passes exposed them to extreme arctic conditions while evading Russian Mil-Mi 24 helicopters. Her eyes became somewhat discoloured and took a beautifully enigmatic form.
I still cant word what her eyes reveal; because a couple of sentences would be too shallow to try to interpret the deep emotions that grip anyone who sees this.
Her name is Sharbat Gula, which means flower sherbet in pashto.