Is it in the eyes of the beholder,

Were beauty and kindness truly lie,

Or does it really reside within them?

Maybe the love in our eyes,

For those we hold near and dear,

That makes their flaws fade away.

Are we foolish or just dreaming,

A question for ourselves, who look

To ponder and understand them.

The line gets blurred between

Illusion and truth, making us

Fall, later in our own eyes.

But how can we be at fault,

In the end, they lost someone,

Who always belonged to them.