Was the intrinsic beauty of women-kind first gifted to them in that mythical land where Unicorns once stood and dreamed.
Passed down to every woman ever born since that first day. A tiny drop of magic. Instilled while womb bound awaiting their genesis. Unknowingly, this on occasion shows itself in a woman’s laugh, a tiny display of magic sparkles in the corner of her eye.
One of the best ways to see the magic is to watch women dance or simply walk. The magic polishes every move.
The beauty of this wonderful gift is that it survives life-long within this gentle chalice.