Beauty And Bliss

Notso in this world seems a robust fact, Wrapped in layers things look like an onion, Beauty, some say, is but an opinion, Or else it might have been far more perfect. Some go for the amour that eyes emit, Deeply berthed in beholder's holding eyes, And singing one's own strains of lies it lies, I'd rather to love's heart give due credit. As man is made of opinions of his, This too might still be a mere opinion, Well hidden in layers of an onion, Yet, each layer no less an onion is. Let that be, I'd not go into all this, Your beauty, dear, to me is so much bliss. ______________________________________________ Sonnets | 02.09.12 | Topic: love, beauty, opinion