Beauty

There is beauty within and beauty without.

True beauty.
No true shape or form.
No definition or solid meaning.
True beauty.
It is in the eye of the beholder.
That is beautiful on its own.
Behold the beauty of my eye.
I see it in many things.
In life,
all of its magic and limitless possibilities.
In death,
all its mysteries and unknowns.
In the dawn,
as it bathes the world in first light.
In the night,
as a new world comes to life in the darkness.
I see beauty in it all.
I see it in a girl.
Gorgeous.
Intelligent.
Amazing.
Perfect in imperfection.
A smile like the dawn.
Eyes like the stars.
Voice from the heavens.
Truly mesmerizing in all ways.
She is lightning,
in the bottle of the world.
True beauty.
It is in the eye of the beholder.
But sometimes we all can share an eye,
and behold together.
What beauty do you behold in your eye?
This I wonder...

Reviews

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I like it so much. It's awesome poem. Thank you for sharing.