Beauty in the Beholder's Eyes
Truest beauty, that so revered, is priceless in value,
The key answer to the rhyme is by the word, of true.
The sights to the beholder, their own understanding,
Compared to extraordinary, of all's own point of view.
The seascape, landscape, done by an artist, so well,
Reveals a world in their own eyes, only they may tell.
Might wonders to behold, be a home, one of their own,
Rather than squalor, seen everyday, sights to condone.
Could a precious sight to be viewed, a puppy as a gift,
This little one, adored by all, giving each sad life its lift.
A grand bouquet of red roses to behold, its vibrant cue,
Or, perhaps a gathered bunch of Spring violets to view.
A sunset's spell that takes our breath, a ravishing delight,
Distant stars to point the way, to the heavens in the night.
The dawning lights, ours to watch, at sunup's waking hour,
That seaside lighthouse, its guiding orb, all eyes so devour.
A mother's face, revealing such grace, adored by a little child,
The loving smile, perceived by all, seen so gentle and so mild.
A welcoming hand, across this land, a warm embrace, so had,
That sense we have, a caring heart, turning good from the bad.
True beauty, that we hold so dear, as trust in God, our creator,
The human soul, we all extol, one of most endearing creativity,
Blessings, so bequeathed to each mother's child, precious gifts,
Their origins, love and kindness received by all, are Heavenly!