Beauty

Beauty is power that you cannot grasp. Beauty is absolute truth that you cannot explain. So many different faces In such various places, And you just stand there astounded, Unable to take you eyes off her face. Beauty. All of a sudden you cannot move. You see her. She’s by your side, so casually looking at you. And there’s no trace of makeup. No competition, no fake. And here you’re standing enchanted, Unable to draw your gaze from her face. She’s natural she’s lyrical so womanly always untypical. She can be shy She can be quiet Light-minded, sad, impatient, tired. But you just know you just feel it. No one can take it or steal it, the beauty before your eyes. Her smile Her hands Her hair Her face Her eyes Her soul Beauty She doesn’t need proof. You just see and you know. Shining, She’s somehow unique As if never before. And in those different faces, In such various cases You always stand there bewildered, Unable to take you eyes off her smile. She’s natural A flash of light That never acts That’s sure inside. She doesn’t need a shallow fame. She laughs or cries without a game. And you just know You just feel it (there’re no second thoughts) Want it or not you’ll reveal it, The beauty before your eyes. And you just know You just feel her (there’re no second thoughts) No