Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:
Fly Bee, fly.
Take your holder and have him behold
The beauty you find,
Buzzing from tower to flower,
For there is no beauty here.
So fly,
Mister Bee, carrying your bee holder
To behold beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:
Fly Bee, fly.
Take your holder and have him behold
Not I; behold true beauty.
For my face is pudgy and ugly,
And my hair accentuates its flaws.
So fly,
Mister Bee, carrying your bee holder
To behold beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:
Fly Bee, fly.
Take your holder and have him behold
Not I; behold true beauty.
For my body is short and stout,
And my clothes accentuate its flaws.
So fly,
Mister Bee, carrying your bee holder
To behold beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:
Fly Bee, fly.
Take your holder and have him behold
Not I; behold true beauty.
For my soul is broken and dirty,
And my personality inflates its flaws.
So fly,
Mister Bee, carrying your bee holder
To behold beauty.
But the bee does not fly
And carry its bee holder to behold
Beauty.
Thee bee stays and the bee holder
Beholds me.
Behold, I behold the bee holder’s eye
Which beholds me beholding.
So I learn the pupil if the bee holder
For truths about beauty.
Yet, behold, in the iris I see my own eye
Reflected in the bee holder’s eye
Beholding me beholding the bee holder’s eye
And in my eye I see
A cataract of judgement
Made by lies about true beauty
And the bee holder beholding me
Breaks my eye free of the cataract
And beholds my healed eye beholding the
Eye of the bee holder.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:
Fly Bee, fly.
Take your holder and have him behold
True beauty.
But let me hold on to the bee holder
And behold his beholding eye
To learn what beauty is from
The eye of the beholder.
As I search the eye of the beholder
I see only I reflected in the eye of
The beholder, beholding me
Holding on to the bee holder
Holding on to the bee.
And as I see only I in the eye of
The beholder I realise, truly
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Fay Dragon 