“The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —
And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!”
― George Gordon Byron
Rare in this world are those people who lay bare their soul before you. They have relinquished all pretense, all defense, all distraction. They have come before you as they are. These are the precious ones, the keepers.