Revealing Reflection - Gio

Eyes of saphire or oppaline?
Piercing and dark or soft and serene?
Rows of tight braids in perfect symmetry,
Or hair that paints a perfect picture of a raging silk sea?
A soft inviting appearance which appeals to the heart,
A confident self assured demeanour that betrays ableness.
Differences as contrasting as the seering and the cool,
Yet in all respects both are still beautiful.

You see they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Does that then dictate that self worth is determined by another's opinion?
That unless someone believes so your beauty is proportionate to another's thoughts?
I feel contrary to the popular belief on the basis of reason.
Your beauty should be constant, decided by you not by fashionable thoughts that fluctuate like seasons.

By aid of reflection your eyes can behold yourself so thus you can have control.

Uncertainties can be dissolved without the need to become vain.
But at what point will vain take over from inspiring as you glance at this darkened pane.
Ironic!
That such a pane can remove such as itself from within the heart.
That such a pane has power to overcome feelings if things reflect in warmer ways than summer days.
Summer days and cheerful ways,
Though they need be restriced to occassions and held at bay.

You can manufacture your own happiness without the input of another.
They can add to your joy,
But their perspective becomes irrelevant if the words turn malicious or coy.

At what point does the ugly duckling become beautiful in countenance?
When its physical appearance changes or upon the moment it decides it is so?
I prefer to entertain the case to be the latter,
Not just for show but for reasons that matter.
That belief from inside is the force that can cause transformation.
An unexplainable force that would inspire determination.

So finally i ask you what is beautiful?
A status, a description, a feeling inside?
Perhaps it just all boils down to one's state of mind.