Where does beauty lie?
I don't know
Where beauty lies
Is it high above?
Or is it in the ground below?

Maybe it is here
In this delicate moment
Laying quietly with us
While the sun plays
With birds and clouds
Engulfed in the wind
That plays at your hair
That surrounds me with your scent

Maybe beauty lies
In you tender eyes
Those brief nights of summer
When the stars high above
Seem like some forgotten story
Yet they are told by one thing
By the colors of your eyes

Beauty is maybe...just maybe
Is you, my love, my dearest
When you stand there nude
Silently watching the mirror
Waiting for it to show the soul
Yet it never will
But still you wait silently
Only to find that the mirror
Is merely an image of facts
No soul was born from a mirror
Turning you see I am your mirror
Showing you the soul I know

Beauty is...
And always is
the reflection of a soul
In the eyes and heart
Of the one you love