I know beauty and brilliance.

My Italian true love is both beautiful and brilliant. And I tell her so. Often. Seems to me that she's a very rare woman/human being. Because she gets more beautiful and more brilliant every day. Age serves her well. Some people age badly. She ages good. Lucky. Maybe. But I suspect it's more than that. Because she exudes an inner beauty, an inner intelligence. It's pure. Some people have it. Others don't. Maybe it's that I'm blessed. That I see all of this in her. While others may not. Because they are blind. I'm so darn lucky. I know beauty and brilliance when I see it. --Jim Broede