Beauty

What is beauty?
Is beauty,
a blossomed rose?
Or is beauty,
a newborn baby,
with it's little fingers and toes?

What is beauty,
besides a word,
in a line?
And why is beauty,
always so,
very hard to define?

What is beauty,
but nature,
at it's best?
And can beauty,
be obtained,
with only a request?

What is beauty?
Is it heaven,
when we die?
Or is beauty,
like they say,
in the beholder's eye?

What is beauty,
just another,
pretty face?
And why is beauty,
always hidden,
in a special place?

What is beauty?
Is it something,
bottled on a shelf?
No, I know beauty,
as I know you,
for you are beauty itself!