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Beauty

What is beauty?
but just skin deep.
No one seems to realize this,
no one seems to believe.
Wars were raged,
many a battles fought.
For the fair skin maiden,
brave hearts have sought.

What about the unseen beauty,
that hides under a pale face.
Of the intelligent spark,
in ordinary black eyes?
What that of which is needed for a happy life,
that which is not seen by plain sight?

What of those hearts who truly love?
Are those to be left behind just to rot?
I see no sense in a love like this,
a love which reigns on beauty seen.
A love that cannot go beyond a point,
is this what love seeks and hopes to find?

Beauty is not on one's face, body or right
but within their heart, mind and might.
This simple truth goes unseen by us
we look at the skin and lose our heart thus.
Is it worth a thousand lives? Is it worth a million lies?
Is beauty of the face worthier than the heart?
or did someone leave out that part?

Anger, rage bring tears to my eyes
what people see in physical beauty I just cannot see, even if I try.
But still the world will go on
seeing beauty as it is.
Not stopping for a minute to see through it.
Physical beauty is skin deep,
yet no one believes nor wants wants to peep.

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