Lettuce

There is no such thing as one form of beauty.

As beauty is like a lettuce.

It's neutral but fresh

It's delicate but loud

It is the same but different

And It goes through within and out.

Each leaves vary in appearance and sizes.

Each layers of beauty differs from desire and darkness.

While all still deem as artistry and beauty.

Each beauty can be singular or full.

And each beauty can be taken alone or along,

but never nothing at all.