(Christians POV)
Beauty
You can find love in many aspects: truth, beauty, and even love itself, but there is no love In beauty, only a brief rush of blood. Beauty only inspires love. It is true, Satine is beautiful, she is a beautiful young woman with soft white skin and silken red hair with a kind smile and perfect eyes. Beauty was in the way she laughed, in the way she acted, in her laughing blue eyes. Beauty was in the way she moved and danced freely.
Only once in a lifetime comes a beauty like Satines. Beautiful inside and out. Her beauty was hidden by a mask at the Moulin Rouge. It was an ordinary beauty there, a disgusting beauty only used to seduce men. Most of the dancers there all had that kind of revolting beauty. Beauty could be disgusting, revolting to the human heart, but not the eye. A beauty that was so fake you could crumple it like a useless blank page. Beauty can't be hidden by makeup and facade of diamonds. Beauty cant be a choreography of actions and words. Satine and I both knew this.
I saw many hansom young men and their nights lover walk off to a separate room, both hanging over each other like they were in love, acting it out very poorly, or they were drunk. They both were lovely to the eyes, but they were plastic inside, wanting one thing from each other, and willing to act upon impulse and looks to get it.
But with me, Satine's beauty was bare. True beauty, is bare and exposed. Most people are afraid of this kind of beauty, open, exposed. For all Parisians, for all the world, beauty should be bare,easy to read and simple to shout out! But it isn't. For many at the Moulin Rouge, the many young can can dancers, the hansom young men, they all bore a cheap beauty. They were fake. Their souls were plastic.
Beauty is simple. Beauty is pure. Beauty is bare. Beauty is Satine.