Beauty in it's truest form

I don't think I ever knew true beauty,

I was lost among the knowledge that beauty is appearance. 

The materalized form, molecule upon molecule, atom to atom.

Beauty is not only physical,

it is the honey dipped words that ooze from your lips to my ear on a hot Saturday in April.

Or the abstract artwork of your fingers tracing my skin unconsciously,

and the symphony of your voice and laughter through a grainy phone call late at night.

Beauty is not the arch of a nose, or the curve of a figure,

Beauty is you, in every way shape or form.