What is beauty if not a sight to behold,
A Moment to cherish,
A gift in need,
And that which we seek.
What is beauty if not a force to be reckoned with.
Treasure often rare,
Hard to find,
That which is fair,
Clears the mind.
What is beauty if not easy,
Makes us jealous,
Makes us queasy.
What is beauty if not on the inside,
That which glows,
That which flows,
That which passes along from one person to the next.
What is beauty if not blind,
Something that depends on the person eyes.
What I find beautiful you might not
You might see something ugly, that rots
What is beauty, tell me not
It’s something that is often sought.