Beauty

Beauty
Bold, ribald, chaste
In a way others are
Constrained to find as
Odd

Beauty as truth
Beauty as justification

Not mere prettiness
Not a sorid combination of genes
No luck here

No
This is a beauty from within
A warmth
A beauty that emanates
A beauty that is honest

And in being honest
Grows
Blossoms and
Is held

And in being held, it
Holds
And grows more dear

This is the beauty of mind
The beauty
Of soul
Of touch
Of faith

This is love

And this love is
True

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