Yours is not a Beauty

Yours is not a beauty
framed and then hung on the wall.
Not the wonder and awe of the artists knife, 
Creating you in textured canvass image.
Yours is a beauty, a beauty that is life.

Yours is not a beauty 
pretty as a poet's pen.
Not a picture painted in phrase and in word,
As personality is portrayed in print.
Yours is a beauty, a beauty, to be heard.

Yours is not a beauty
a technicolour likeness.
Not a stunning smile that never grows old,
In an instant, caught on camera, forever.
Yours is a beauty, a beauty, I must hold. 

Yours is not a beauty 
of art, poem or picture.
It's a beauty I experience and feel. 
Not in self-indulgent art - but with you.
Yours is a beauty, a beauty, that is real.

© David Hardman 1997