Of Beauty

When does beauty cease to exist?

Does it depend on the beholder,

Or more so on the person themselves?

I’ve seen beauty when the person has not seen it,

Found a profound reawakening,

From the bags under their eyes,

Discovered adoration, 

From their rough work-stricken hands,

Felt allure, 

From scars that never healed,

Embraced exquisiteness,

From their worst compulsions,

Explored their elegance,

Amongst their flaws,

So I ask myself, 

When does beauty cease to exist?

In the heart of a true admirer, 

The answer is never…

For the one person who has never ceased to be beautiful for me, who could dance me to the moon and back…

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