Why do I Love you

I love you a lot,
Coz you are beautiful.
However, like whom, you are beautiful?

You are not beautiful as life,
You do not seem to be beautiful as your soul too.
You are not beautiful as the green leaf
And you are not beautiful as your own picture too.

If being beautiful is eye’s ocean
And if beauty is lip’s opium
Then you are not at all beautiful.

But I wonder always, as I love you…
May be coz, you are beautiful
A beauty of your own.