Beauty is Within

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.

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?