Beauty is nothing without a lover…
Aurora wouldn’t have been so divine…
If there weren’t eyes perceiving it.
The ocean would’ve sunken beneath,
If there weren’t any appreciations for him lit.
Every beautiful thing is beautiful,
Just because they are perceived to be
Be it the white mountains, standing with pride,
Or the garden’s greenery, the lea.
Because beauty is something precious,
Understood only by lovers like us,
Beauty is, the language of love
No one ever makes out of it a fuss.
It is complex, not easily explained
It’s a lover’s imagination of his love!
To pen down its description unrestrained,
Is something that is very tough!
It’s a wife dressed up to romance her husband,
It’s a flower picked up to gift someone so pleasant.
What beauty is without a lover,
Is same as Universe without an endeavour.
Beauty is nothing without a lover
So is a butterfly without a flower.
Romeo was no one without Juliet,
But together they taught, love’s alphabet.