What is beauty?
There is no one way to describe what it is
As beauty for one is not beauty for the other
Being considered beauty's a hit or a miss
For one has many layers for another to discover
Me, what is beauty for me? Describing that is now my duty.
Beauty is the million lights of long-gone stars sparkling in their eyes
Beauty is the music of laughter lighting up with the brightest of smiles
Beauty is the feeling of joy when they touch you slightly
Beauty is the safety as one holds you tightly
Beauty is when you miss them every second of the day
And when they're with you, the world's everything but grey
Beauty is what others call them out for
But you couldn't love that aspect more
Beauty here and beauty there
Hours go by as both of you just stare
Beauty is nothing you can see at first glance
Only when you know one you can have a chance
Beauty, in it's purest form is not to see but to feel
And once noticed there's not way it isn't real
So this is beauty in it's truest form
For beauty itself never had a norm
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Lukes Schreibwerkstadt
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