a dead flower
a frown
hazy clouds and smoke
all things so beautiful to me
strangely perfect in their ways
I don't see beauty or romance in a red rose
I don't see true happiness in a smile
some like to mold beauty
and form it to their own
but beauty is in the eye of the beholder
and cannot be drawn in stone

Meghan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-is-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder-2/