Faces come as opening flower buds, each aglow with the light of the new day.
To the settled heart and wise soul, every face is an open book.
The light we keep within must ever shine, for when souls feels beautiful, faces become beautiful, for love and beauty are threads of the same concept.
A face will tell you infinite things before a word is spoken, one only has to realise how to listen.
To see your face is to see the lights of home.
His face to my eyes was all the beauty a man can possess, not for his features, yet for the light in his eyes and the gentle warmth of his soul.
From the faces came their true state, either as their 'good wolf' self or their 'evil wolf' self, their temporary polarity to the sunlight or the cold malice on display whether they knew it or not.
The lines on his face etched the story of a happy life. His crow's feet spoke of laughter and the deep creases in his cheeks told of a man who gave away smiles like they were wishes.