What is beauty? A curious question
That asks to see through eyes and beholder
Is it a girl with perfect complexion?
Or some ideal of those that would mold her?
Can it be deeper and seen in the eyes?
Does it burst through in a laugh or a smile?
Is it the feeling that comes with surprise?
Or is it love that has been there awhile?

I know beauty when I look at my love
In his frame so lean and perfectly made
In his face that shines as the sun above
In his fair hair that refuses to fade
But mostly he shows what I call beauty
By the way he looks when he looks at me