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You Are Beautiful to Me
You are beautiful
Beauty is not that which the mere eyes behold,
but a look into the soul that none but one can see
Love defines it claims it.
Makes it beautiful.
It's that certainty, that knows each others soul
The belief that you are mine and mine alone
Yet you turn away from that which is plain to see,
If it's plain to me then why can it not to you be.
It is a look with all the senses to what meets the eye and more
Your quirky crooked smileThe proud patriarchal nose.
The way you walk or more a certain lumber as if no haste,
Your insecurities, to me it is more beautiful than all the knowledge.
To see within your heart all that you hold dear,
You hold within your arms a baby
And whilst others would look and perhaps smile
Within that second, I'm transported.
Would ever my heart beat as fast were it someone else,
Or is it just you that leaves me breathless, wanting.
Your idea of beauty and mine differs,
Yet never a mirror or glass has yet to meet your eyes you are
Yet you never look to see who sees in you the beauty that is you.
I'm assured that had you looked; you would
Within my eyes see the beauty that in you
Engulfs me even now.
I dare not let you see
As you behold a beauty that you see and never me.
And she that you behold
Does not behold nor look upon your countenance as beautiful,
For she will never see the beauty that is you
That keeps me awake at Nights
Crosses my inner mind and dwells on the forever kind
That love, that sees not what the outward appearance gives
But the beauty that within you lies
For it is a wondrous beauty that within you lies