Beauty
Thinking of beauty in all of its forms,
I asked myself if it could be defined. . .
Is it like perfection abiding certain norms,
Or pleasure for our eyes that cannot be denied?
A flower is beautiful, the sunset can be,
specially if I have your presence with me. . .
The stars in the sky, the beach, the sand,
pieces of a painting that inside our minds blend. . .
The leaves in the fall that flies when wind blows,
a small, silent teardrop when happiness overflows,
the presence of God guiding us by the hand
when we feel that life isn't always as we planned. . .
Among all the things that are beautiful indeed,
the songs, the moonlight, a sunrise at the sea,
the colors, the flowers, a bird or a tree,
you are the only, real beauty, to me. . .
I asked myself if it could be defined. . .
Is it like perfection abiding certain norms,
Or pleasure for our eyes that cannot be denied?
A flower is beautiful, the sunset can be,
specially if I have your presence with me. . .
The stars in the sky, the beach, the sand,
pieces of a painting that inside our minds blend. . .
The leaves in the fall that flies when wind blows,
a small, silent teardrop when happiness overflows,
the presence of God guiding us by the hand
when we feel that life isn't always as we planned. . .
Among all the things that are beautiful indeed,
the songs, the moonlight, a sunrise at the sea,
the colors, the flowers, a bird or a tree,
you are the only, real beauty, to me. . .
Copyright 9/2015 Eugene Colin.
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