eternal beauty

I looked, and its eyes were beautiful.

Not for their shining color or their glassy glow,

but for their depth.

I looked, and its eyes revealed what notes its tongue could not sing.

I looked, and its eyes sang the songs of siren, and I could not close my eyes.

I listened, and its laughter was beautiful.

Not for its gentle sound or its gleaming smile,

but for its feeling.

I listened, and its laughter cloaked all with a warm and enveloping blanket.

I listened, and its laughter held me in a hazy trance, and I could not plug my ears.

I felt, and its presence was beautiful.

Not for its superficial status or its physical form,

but for its eternal beauty.

I felt, and its presence taught me what it meant to be beautiful.

I felt, and its presence pulled me from disgust, and I could not leave.

stay good.