The Meaning of Beauty

I think you’re beautiful in the way of

The sun kissing the horizon

And the way the leaves dance on the trees during autumn

The way innocence is broken amidst lusting lovers

And way that monotone becomes a noise unbearable to hear

The way the moon still raises followed by the forever chasing sun

And the way you understand the realism and possibility of bigger and better days

            My, I hope you realize potential