Eyes Beholding

A poem discussing how beauty is seen by everyone but ourselves

Your eyes are the mirrors through which I wish I could see myself
For they are clearer and more pure than diamonds
They see no flaws and define my perfections
And yet, such eyes find fault, not in me, but your own divine beauty

Though your hands are steady and your voice is clear, the questions lie plain in your truthful eyes

You find fault, I see pain
But I know a way to heal you

Let my eyes be your mirrors
See yourself as I see you
You are perfect, it is clear
You are purer than diamonds; no faults lie here

All beauty lies in our eyes, as beholders