in the eyes of the beholder
is where beauty lies
perhaps on silk scarlet sheets

her voice may be soft and sweet
the type of melody that remains not only in your ears
but in your soul as well

her scent is sickly sweet and syrupy
and as coquettish as her attitude 
almost resembling succulent cotton candy

it also could be
that beauty is not a ‘she’
but in fact a ‘him’

it’s possible that instead of silk scarlet sheets
he lies atop a scenic shore
allowing the salty, undulating waves
to caress him gently

the sound of his speech
is booming and boisterous
but calm and tranquil all at once

his aroma instead consists 
of fresh linen
and a brisk ocean breeze

it also is quite plausible 
that the sole definition of beauty
cannot be found
as it has no face, sound, scent nor sound
because after all
beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
doesn’t it?