It isn't in a
perfect face,
So people turn
to stare...
Nor is it in the
stylish clothes,
That we all
like to wear.
It doesn't come
from handsome face,
That looks like
chiseled stone...
That makes the
heart beat faster,
And wish that
were our own.
Those dimples
that play hide and seek,
And show up in a
smile...
Truth be known,
can add a bit,
But still can't
rival style.
True
beauty is acquired,
Perfected then
with time...
Real beauty is
not purchased,
And doesn't cost
a dime.
It comes from
somewhere deep within,
To share with
all we know...
Through
sparkling eyes and radiant smiles,
Combined
that make us glow.
It's attitude
and how we view,
Each day that we
must face...
For personality
looms big,
A beauty's
saving grace.
©
03/01/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Two Of A
Kind
