beauty

beauty is everything
you believe when
you are young
and unblemished,
as she is.
it is the clean
line, the breath
of clouds and sun
that draw you in.
the eyes have it
the lips do too,
the curve of her
in moonlight.
but things change.
decades of living
erase this thought
and it's no longer
beauty that brings
you home. it's
better, something
far better.