Beauty.

I think of you not.

For if the world was to be blinded.

Your signifigance would be none.

Nothing to a smell.

To a laugh.

To a touch.

To the kind words spoken from the lips of a lover.

Beauty.

What are you without appearance?

So shallow are you.

Yet so vast are the regions,

In which you call home.

So many forms you take.

Yet so many you exclude.

Beauty.

What are you?

Are you perfection?

Are you kind?

I think NOT!

For if so you would not discriminate.

Expect.

Assume.

Beauty.

So aspiring are you.

You captivate.

You motivate.

You taint.

You turn even the most beautiful people,

Ugly.