Fleeting Beauty

If the reason you love me is because I am beautiful, then tell me, how, am I beautiful?
Am I beautiful because of my intellect?
Am I beautiful because of my inquiry?
Am I beautiful because of my ambition?
Am I beautiful because I elicit those things from you?
Am I beautiful because of the exterior shell that encases me?
It is in part, but not all, the fleeting things that make me me
If the reason you love me is because I am beautiful, then tell me will you love me when I am no longer Beautiful?