Paragon Of Beauty

If its you that the world seeks’t

Its you that craves for more
Thy shadowy curls
Entrails upon the mystic silhouette
Its you whom I seek

The silver celestial harmonics
The tinsel herald
Exquisite inevitable the vision
Turns to thee
For on and on and on
Supportive thy brows are
Calm and soothing that stare Thy promise means a lot
Veritable facts unleash the hidden accusations

But Lo! You see as if
An image of a flawless being or thing as such
Mirrors the countenance of that
Man who awaits

The paragon of beauty is
that for which
lies in the eyes of the beholder

The whistle of the cuckoo
The footsteps of the girl
The dripping drops
To that tinkling tear
The moist cheek of that little boy
To that of delicious dinner
A wine glass or water
Doesn’t really define it all

Examples are of plenty
That itself is beautiful
When I see through
I see nothing
When I stare I barely relish
But to gaze upon to listen to smell thee
That very heart
Quenches its thirst the quivering bee, beetles
Let it bury its face of all but
One but beauty the ultimatum or
May as you consider it