Something which lasts forever
The love for it will never waver

It differs with each eye
As different as the patterns in the sky

One is a masterpiece for one
And for the other it's value is none

A piece so lovely ,words can't describe you know
But it is what is encouraged to grow

Each piece has a value of its own
Like the patterns when ink is blown

So therefore let one bear in mind
That we change with the time behind

Each piece of work has its own special place
And each piece has its own beauty and grace

So beauty is not something one can describe with ease
But the object we see is meant only to please

Beauty is something that changes day by day
But it is a part of us in every way