You ask if you are beautiful, but that is hard to say;
For what really defines beautiful, anyway?
Is beautiful the colorful display of a flowered bouquet;
Or is it the fresh air scent on a rainy day?
Is beautiful the affectionate look in a pet’s loving eyes;
Or is it the kaleidoscopic array of the morning’s sunrise?
Is beautiful the feelings you enjoy with a new car’s pep;
Or could it be more the joy experienced with a new dance step?
Is beautiful the complete happiness a lover allows you to feel;
Or could it be the tasteful ecstasy of a home cooked meal?
Is beautiful the sight of birds soaring on the wind;
Or is beautiful more like the caring ear of a cherished friend?
You ask if you are beautiful, and I might be forced to say no;
Because those beautiful things pale – when compared to your special glow.
John C. Carter © 2007
The back story to this is a former customer of my postal store who was extremely beautiful and a talented dancer (one of the main dancers on stage for a grammy winning artist with a Las Vegas casino show) came in the store one day in tears. Her boyfriend at the time said she was not actually beautiful. Who ever said, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me, had clearly not heard insults from someone whom they loved and thought loved them.