Beauty
Beauty in the eye of the beholder,
Beauty is becoming clearer,
Beauty in the eye of the watcher,
But none in that of the mirror.
You're smiling at my face,
While I'm watching you watch me,
You put your hand to my face,
And stroke my cheek gently.
But those times are gone,
Hell has come,
And all I see
Is now cold and numb.
But you still smile,
Still kiss my face,
And finding you
Was a gift from grace.