Your beauty

They say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

Well, I hold the greatest beauty, the simple knowledge of it

Runs deep, wildly so, but surfaces to the top, bursting through seams

Your beauty

It represents the solitude of purity

That you hold

It represents the fragile aroma surrounding

My perception of perfection

While deep at the core, bursting repeatedly, like a beating heart

There exists, the truest form of life,

The Joy.

The Innocence.

The sweet flow of a precious filled void.

Where I am treated to an endless glimpse.

While the outside, remains oblivous.

To the truth.

You suppress

To protect from the attacks of insecurities.

But believe my eyes, for I've witnessed the depths.