Beauty, often misunderstood, society’s elusive quest,
Subjective, in the eyes of each beholder’s chest,
In every soul, a unique definition rests.

Emotions stirred, the intangible made real,
Yet the world’s view, an incomplete ideal,
Injustice to what beauty should ideally reveal.

My cherished image of the divine, the Creator’s grace,
The supreme artist, in every boundless space,
Crafted existence, beauty in every place.

Human doubts, I share the same descent,
Weight, build, skin, hair, endless torment,
In the mirror’s gaze, a stranger’s scent.

Many days, in my mind’s deep light,
God’s class, beauty in our sight,
God’s vision, truth’s reflection, a mental flight.

Creator’s hand, beauty’s ultimate decree,
In His eyes, “very good,” for you, for me,
An unshakable truth, for all to see.

Flaws and faults, in a world of broken grace,
Why imperfections in this artful place?
Answers lost in the cosmic space.

Yet, beauty persists, in us, around,
Broken pieces tenderly, by design, rewound,
Healing found, or not, we’re beautifully crowned.

In a world awry, in every trace,
Your beauty, a precious, undeniable embrace,
In the Creator’s eyes, a forever grace.