Beautiful Poem by Ima Ryma

What's beautiful does always be
A measurement by sense of sight.
I make judgments on what I see.
To what degree is my delight
In an object that I behold?
A person, place or thing I view,
Message from eyes to brain be told.
I do a beauty scale, I do,
And make my judgment, yes or no,
Whether it's beautiful or not.
This assessment's made even though
My initial look's all I've got.

How I judge beauty in my mind
Would no doubt change if I were blind.