Beauty has many definitions,
They vary depending on the conditions.
For some it lies in the things seen,
Yet to others entirely in the things unseen.
I thought I knew it deeply,
But I had missed it badly.
It's not just that you have brown eyes that seem
To go on forever,
But it's the warmth and passion that I see in them.
The mesmerizing gaze that inflicts such unspeakable joy
On my insides.
You, are beautiful.
It's not just that you have an incredible smile
That seems to light up the whole room,
But it's the way that smile melts my heart.
That powerfully disarming,
Yet playfully welcoming smile.
You, are beautiful my love
It's not just that you have flawless skin,
That looks like the work of a thousand silk weavers.
It's the way that that skin radiates all the
Goodness of your nature
without you saying a word.
You, are beautiful my love.
It's not just that your voice is like the mountain streams,
As they pass over the smoothed pebbles.
It is in the way you part your lips and grace pours out,
How it seems like there is a great orchestra maestro-ed
By your loving heart.
You, are beautiful my love.
Beauty was not known,
Not grasped,
No one could accurately define it,
Till you came along,
Because in you I have seen beauty personified.
Not the flimsy words that poets have penned down,
Not the melodies of great composers,
But you......You are,......
So beautiful.
