Beauty what is it
We all agree and disagree
To varying extents
For some its the body
Well sculpted and painted
The skin, the hair, the clothes
For others its the soul
All light and joyous
The kindness of the heart
Showing in a single word
Or a selfless act
The look in the deepest eyes
Holding with a comfort
We are all things to different people
And all things are indeed beautiful
I cannot say where another finds beauty
As they cannot speak for me
So when I ask what is beauty
All I know is there already
Before me always, everyday
In her, she has it
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