That which pleases the sight
Alluring to the senses
Commander of attention
Contender for the choice of the heart
Such it is that we call beauty
To the terrestrial we seek to see
Set the senses in a cosmos of desire
That which appeals to the outward
More we forget the menace of such
A chance to be full of it to whom has it
The danger of being blinded
by those who behold it
Beauty as we mostly believe
Is that which fades away
That which passes with time
In the morning it comes forth in its glow
But by night it is bereft of its boom
That we call beauty
Beauty becomes true with its inner essence
That which spurns from a well within
Not bound by the externals
But a spring of virtues that effects the external
Beauty is beyond the bones
Beauty is not skin deep
Beauty is of the soul not body
Beauty is of character not charisma
Take up the celestial above the terrestrial
Dress the inner being above the outward
In there lies you real comeliness
Thou art beautiful.
