Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That's what they say
It is though?
Is it this unreachable for others?
Is it untouchable?

Beauty, a dictionary once told me,
is a combination of quality, such as shape, color or form,
that pleases the aesthetic senses
Now beauty isn't something you behold anymore
It now is a definition
Of words tangled together
But where do they belong?
When are those words in the exact right position
To look up and define beauty
When does it makes sense?

Beauty in the hands of a person who's in love
Says nothing and everything
The person in question can shape its love into any form, any color
Than again
Do we not wish to shape our love?
So we can do whatever we want
But we can't
I can't
I've tried though
Tried to define beauty
Believe me I tried
But my love wouldn't bend
Love didn't listen to my orders
It sucked at being love
It sucked at being beautiful
I tried again
And then let it go

Beauty in my eyes
Is something different
It's raindrops on your skin
It's people smiling
Nature
It's almost like flying
We just can't make it
Beauty is the person who tried to fly
But failed

Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder
Beauty, I say, is defined

©HannahvanDijk