beautiful

Beauty.

A fallacy, many say.
Others claim it's "in the eye of the beholder". What does that really mean, anyway

Beauty simply is.

I am beautiful because I say I am. I am beautiful because I want to be. I am beautiful because I allow myself to be.

A thought can make you beautiful to me. A word can also.
So too can a caress, leaving it's imprint upon my skin. Leaving an impression of you there.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.
Don't hate,
because you're beautiful too.

If you would only see it, then you'd know.
You're beautiful.