Eye of the Beholder

Beauty they say is in the eye of the beholder..
What rubbish.

Beauty is in the scintillating thought that spreads out like
A firework through your neuronal cells..
then down your spine..

Beauty is the rush of blood that washes into your cheeks
When your heart drums a beat.

Beauty is in the pit of your stomach, when despite your fear
You hold out your hands.

Beauty is the light that shines from your eyes even
When they are shut.

Beauty is in your face, your bones, your skin, your liver, heart
and lungs..
And rest of you too.

Beauty is when you choose to do that which you wish to do..
and no more.
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