Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…

Feminine form striking grace, of poise and flawless expression.

Beauty is in the sound of her careless whisper…

A note of assurance, of comfort absolute, to shape smiles upon the maws of the multitudes.

Beauty is in the touch of her warm embrace…

To feel life as the rhythm of your beating heart, racing as it takes your breath away.

Beauty is in the scent of her fleeting presence…

Replenishing your soul with the love of mortality, inspiring gratitude in your deepest thoughts.

Beauty is in the flavor of her luscious lips…

To be consumed by it, delivering sustenance, your heart bearing hunger, a hunger it forlorn satisfies.

Beauty is in the thoughts that describe her…

In the eye of your mind seen through the window of love,

The vivid vision that turns your soul to light.

Veer into this ocean of your passion, distances unknown…

For where is beauty if not in the image unseen?

That image unseen, by the blind seeking sight.