Your beauty is in everything, bright
and raging and radiant and turning and
raging again: From the colors
of the trees to the way she walks
to the intensity of his eyes. Each is a part
of You, revealed, and in turn,
becoming a part of me.
My beauty is in everything, brilliant
and perfectly beautiful,
from the way they hold
each other to the shape of her hands
to the smell of the rain.