I wrote this for someone who was down on herself after her bo at the time said she was not beautiful. She asked me if I thought she was beautiful. By the way, she is very pretty and very beautiful and a talented professional dancer. Who ever said “words can never hurt me” was wrong, dead wrong.
You ask if you are beautiful?
A poem by John Carter
You ask if you are beautiful, but that is hard to say;
For what really defines beautiful, anyway?
Is beautiful the colorful display of a flowered bouquet;
Or is it the fresh air scent on a rainy day?
Is beautiful the affectionate look in a pet’s loving eyes;
Or is it the kaleidoscopic array of the morning’s sunrise?
Is beautiful the feelings you enjoy with a new car’s pep;
Or could it be more the joy experienced with a new dance step?
Is beautiful the complete happiness a lover allows you to feel;
Or could it be the tasteful ecstasy of a home cooked meal?
Is beautiful the sight of birds soaring on the wind;
Or is beautiful more like the caring ear of a cherished friend?
You ask if you are beautiful, and I might be forced to say no;
Because these beautiful things pale – when compared to your special glow.
John C. Carter © 2007