I Love Beauty

I Love Beauty

Since my childhood, I have loved beauty.

I love the crops and the flowers,

I adore them, converse with them, talk to them, and nourish them.

I melt in their amber scent, and my mind is quenched by their fragrance and tales.

I used to speak to them as a lover, not as a child who hadn’t yet grasped the meaning of love to gift them,

To the one who cherishes and protects them.

I love beauty in birds,

And as a child, I was enamored with raising them.

They would wait for me every time I returned from school, like a lover longing for her beloved.

I would return their affection, caressing their wings and feathers, bringing them joy.

I fed them, watered them, and cared for them, appreciating their love and the feelings they carried,

Yes, their feelings.

I could sense every movement they made, expressing their emotions.

I adored animals and never harmed them.

They were my friends, greeting me with expressions and gestures that were impossible to conceal.

I had a goat that would welcome me by dancing and jumping around me, not calming down until I petted her and calmed her.

I had a small donkey who followed me wherever I went, and if I left him, his bray conveyed meanings I could understand.

I even had a rabbit that, upon seeing me, would bring its whole family to circle around me in playful motions that I could interpret.

Even the crops, I loved and cherished them, and they loved me back; I could feel their essence.

I would water them, tend to them, and nourish them,

And afterward, with the gentle breeze, they would dance with their green leaves, painting the beauty and nature around them.

I loved life,

I loved beauty, so my share in this world was beauty with all its meanings.

A wife and children who, when they grew up, carried beauty as a companion to please me and fill me with contentment.

I love my work,

And my love for my profession and work is a part of me I cannot hide.

This is just a part of my love for life.

Until we meet again.