Something Beautiful

Only those who can see it know it well
Beauty is in the heart of a giver
Take a little, and never not give more

A heart that gives all has no place in hell
And would never run dry like a river
Like the depth of the abyss is it store

Something beautiful doesn’t need to sell
To those that need, it sure would deliver
Beauty is a house with no fence, or door

Some come in bodies, some come in a shell
Like sharp arrows, others come with a quiver
Slowly it comes, but like rain it would pour

Beauty is not defined by any look
It’s a mystery not in any book

Victor Oyedele