This is an interesting twist. I sense you wrote it with a smile.

Beauty is a powerful thing. It is like a great painting. The person looks at it and feels themselves responding. If they feel guilty, they might blame. If they feel equal, they might enjoy the curves and composition. We all strive for perfection. A painting makes us rise to be a better person. But, if that painting is another person more beautiful than ourselves, we feel the ugliness. It reminds us that we will never be beautiful too, nor talented, nor true. We are just liars in front of beauty, Apple-eaters, sinners. It is a discombobulation, a loss of innocence. We want to love, we want for intimacy, but the truth is a lie. We are not beautiful. We were never born that way. But, you on the other hand are inherently pure, the innocent beauty we lust after, guiltless, and without shame. Every thought, every action, draws us further and further into shame. You are just the artwork on the wall, an object, nothing to blame, not a true person, because real people are broken, flawed. Our truths, our veracity is a lie before you. We know you are a person, whose beauty we should honor and protect, but instead we are weak. Ultimately, we allow ourselves to believe we are worthy of you, but we know deep inside that we have no right being there. We are jealous of you. You have all the power and none of the guilt. And where beauty is a judge, we are wrong forever. Just the fact, we are in the same room passes sentence upon us. Beauty is perfection. Ugliness we know and despise. But, beauty holds all power, for it is innocent. It is true. Beauty and truth are one. Ugliness and lies are another. We, the ugly, are others, people never to be admired, never to be seen as beautiful, pure, or innocent. We go to hell as you say. But, you are never there with us, because you are inherently pure, cut from a different stone.