An Old Poem: What Is Beauty?

I've been trying to figure out what Beauty is.

Beauty is easy on the eyes. A living landscape built to bloom.

lighting up the room with pure pleasance, removing the apocalypse with your presence. 

 

The opposite of repulsive, it's viscerally compulsive. 

Like opening a heart without surgery, of witnessing truth without perjury.

It's the reflection of your inner image of perfection.

An institution. A visual, yet musical revolution.

A credit to your species evolution.