Beauty is in the Eye

Before him, she walked like she wanted to be hidden.

Spoke like she never wanted to be heard.

Then he came.

The one who made her voice ring like the bells in a church at Christmastime.

The one who touched her face and looked at her like she was all he'd ever seen.

Then she knew.

She was a creature not merely worth of admiration,

But of love and joy and all that living held for her.

Suddenly she walked as though the ground moved beneath her,

Instead of she on its surface.

People looked at her in awe,

Instead of through her at the wall.

Suddenly,

She moved as a wave moves

Each movement fluid and easy.

She was finally as beautiful to the world

As he had always known her to be.

Author's Note

Feel free to leave suggestions to improve later works- I'm still learning and would appreciate any help.

Reviews

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Your poem is so beautiful. I enjoyed with this. thank you for sharing.

[Katelyn Barker]

good Poem. I like the way you used some simple words, to create a very deep feeling.

[Chris]

Quite a view of the power of being noticed upon a human psyche...