The Eyes of Beholder

Beauty is the attribute of harmony and colours,
justness of the portions and equality.

Beauty is fairness and unkind to unbeautiful,
also frowned
and unbeautiful, to unkind.

Beauty
is the vibrancy that is conscience of itself,
of how correspondingly must allocate in every contour...,
a message,
just for the eyes of beholder.

Beauty is creation experiencing consonance
within the compositions of
shapes, colours, sound and words…,
climbing
the timeless staircase of prime.

Beauty is ultimately diverse in makeup
but identical in rhapsody.

Beauty is you
yet whispering to my ears:
Hang on. I am still there
if you can find me again
in your heart.