Where does beauty lie? Could it be possible that through admiration beauty is found? Where does intelligence come from? Is insight indispensable for an out of the box intelligence?

Beauty comes to me when I admire,
I admire when contemplation takes my heart,
I am my heart when I observe myself...
And I realize... Love is my beauty.

Intelligence comes to me through insight,
It is insight when light surrounds me,
It is intelligence when time surrenders,
And I realize... Love is my intelligence.

Love comes to me through observation,
I observe when beauty attracts me,
It attracts me when I observe myself...
And I realize... I am love.