Beauty is something,
I didn't seem get.
It took age and children,
Wonder and regret.
But for those who also struggle,
In this word to define,
What beauty really is,
Here's how it works...
For Beauty Over Time
At youth the physical,
Seems to excel.
Sometimes wit or humor,
Makes a heart begin to swell.
Often beauty,
Is very singular.
How he's so handsome,
How she's spectacular.
It.
Is the word,
That often comes to mind.
Like a lonely single thing,
Can make anything sublime.
And that's not to say,
Beauty can't be simple,
Like how she pushes back a loose hair,
Like my smile shows my dimple.
But over time...
Some things will lose their luster...
Let that not worry you...
For beauty has a great stamina it can muster.
Through memories,
Of laughter,
Of loving,
Of care.
Through weeping,
Of pains,
Of the losses,
We bare.
For beauty is actually,
The weights on a scale.
Telling the stories,
Of our beautiful tale.
"Her hair is so gorgeous!"
Beauty takes a weight...
"*** what a *****..."
Ugly...
Finds a mate.
In this simple example,
I try to provide,
Note that the scale,
Is leaning on both sides.
Beauty is very,
In the eye of the beholder.
But all those who behold,
Watch as we warm or grow colder.
What I'm trying to tell you,
In far too many words,
Is don't worry about one thing,
That might make your beauty burn.
There are so many,
Ways we can shine.
We can sparkle or glow dim,
Cast sunshine or moonlight.
But I urge you a caution.
Beauty is truly, weights on a scale.
One day, divine in body,
But on another...
Hells compassion gone pale.
All scales are sensitive.
Forever they sway.
It's you who it's up to.
As to where, you add weight.
I started largely with a vague thought, then the title. As with most poetry I write, sometimes a title is better off coming last. :-p