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Greg Prince
1 min readFeb 1, 2019


A short thought on recognizing loveliness.

There is a gleam that shines.

Inside the window of the prism in their eyes I find light, freeing light.

The warmth and truth pouring out in authentic splendor like cascades of delicate wonder.

More sensation than standing naked in a thunderous rain
a sight comes filled with a beam which cleanses soul and mind.

They cling to me and hold me in true feeling giving all and asking, begging, desiring my attention.

I would be an unfeeling ass to deny them,
their beauty is more than a physical embodiment.

I am humbled and taken into their needs before mine.

My wants become nothing in the presence of their splendor.

That is beauty: My daughters’ eyes pierce me with their love.

That is beauty.



Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.