Beauty

Is many things

From simple to complex

It is what our eyes gaze upon

Catching interest

Lingering

Yearning for

Glancing

Following

Until we can see it no more

But what is beauty defined

Is difficult to say

For what is beautiful to you

May hold no value to me

Does that make it any less captivating for thy eyes?

Or are they still searching

Scanning

Hoping

To catch another fleeting glimpse?