BEAUTY IS TRUTH, TRUE BEAUTY [An Original Poem].]

in zzan3 years ago


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BEAUTY IS TRUTH, TRUE BEAUTY

Times gone, times to stay.
Beauty, Beauty, all we say.
More we ask, we ring the bell.
What decides, we cannot tell.

The face, the face someone yells.
The eyes, the nose, the lips foretell.
One and half, it's width is less.
Golden ratio, nature's scale.

The hips, the shape, I do say.
Cries the man, at the bay.
Smooth and Slender, like the eight.
Tall or short, all the same.

I object, a dame protest.
Abs and muscles are perfect.
Beards and tall, more the best.
Strong and might to protect.

What about talent and intellect?
Knowledge and wisdom should be the first.
Keys to discovery, keys to invent.
Some in the crowd, made their vent.

Wealth and possessions we cannot miss.
Without these two, some fail to kiss.
Fine clothes and face massage.
Beauty creams, the more attract.

Same for power and influence.
Their force and sway, we can't pretend.
The more of these you possess.
The more the attraction you project.

But which of these should we take?
The face and hips we can remake.
Muscles and intellect, we can train.
Wealth and Power, we can obtain.

All these are good and fine.
But none is true and none forever shines.
All is selfish, all alone.
None is faithful, none above.

But a person of truth, all can tell.
Always faithful, ever sure.
Integrity first, love for all.
True beauty, his face forever shone.


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