Beauty

A Poem by Bri

Why is beauty in my eyes
So different than that in yours?
What is beauty exactly,
If it takes on so many forms?
What makes something beautiful,
Appealing to the eye?
If something is beautiful by your standards,
Why might it not be by mine?

And who are we to say
What is beautiful and not?
How can we describe something
With a word so vague,
The meaning is lost?

Is beauty something concrete?
Or really just a word
How real can beauty be
If it takes on so many forms?