everyone should be the most beautiful thing in the world to somebody

...I have read, they have told me that love is a pretty god
With light wings stuck to his shoulders.
They did not tell me
That love is nursing a hawk with yellow eyes,
That love is feeding your heart to the beak of the hawk
Because an old woman, gossiping, uttered a name.
They were coming now.
She remembered the first time.
They were different now. They rode with a different rein.
They rode all together. They knew where they were going.
They were famous now, but she wondered about that fame.
And yet, as she wondered, she felt the tears in her blood
Because they could ride so easily.
He was there.
She fed her heart to the hawk and watched him ride.
–Sally Dupré, from "John Brown's Body" by Stephen Vincent Benét

("John Brown's Body" is an epic poem about the civil war-- it's pretty cool if you're inclined to that sort of thing. This is from the plotline about the daughter of the french dancing master and the proper young lady who eloped with him but then died pretty young, who ends up fiercely glad of the war because it breaks the great southern house that her love belongs to so that he can actually marry her. Although there's a great deal of heartache in between. And he gets all obsessed with the stupid narcissistic girl, and... ok, go read the poem. :)