What is Beauty?
Is Beauty nothing more than a descriptive utterance?
Many may say it is,
Yet many boldly argue it's not.
I argue.
Beauty is a phenomenal structure of art;
A vast October sky during an evening sunset;
Beauty is the reflection of the moon resting on water.
What is it that you perceive as beautiful?
Perhaps you see beauty in stars of the midnight sky?
Maybe even in the purest December flurry?
I find it in a pretty lady.
To me, she is Beauty,
Beauty similar to no other.
Take no illusion in what I say however,
Beauty is in all things, and is present everywhere.
Beauty is that which love attracts to.
That is Beauty.