To you, my friend, she would have appeared a hideous and ugly creature, but to me she was beautiful-sogloriously does love transfigure its object.

She looked up at him shyly, yet with unmistakable love transfiguring her countenance.

The glow of love transfigured it.

I suppose love transfigures the one we love, and that this is the only way we can ever meet our ideal in this life.