Beauty is found in the depths of the soul
Being called beautiful is many young girl’s goal
Society creeps within our mindset
But the inside of a girl can be her greatest asset
Beauty cannot be perfect
This can sometimes reflect
One man may call something beautiful
But to another it may be their eye’s crucible
To objectify beauty is an injustice
Beauty is a young sculptress
Molding her worthless clay
To display in her midnight cabaret
Unlike the lost tradition’s past
True beauty is meant to outlast
The patterns of the world
Have not yet unfurled
The timeless and elegance
The outstanding excellence
Beauty’s debonair personified expression
Brings even the greatest sinner’s confession
Its sumptuous finger like tendrils
Make the guilty conscience tranquil
The lighting effect of wisping wind
Is the closest thing to being twinned
With the ever-lasting bones of the youthful
That gives the old reason to be rueful
Each person is given a chance
To be young and dance
Beauty is a young mistress
Who is cunning as she is witless
An enigma in one word
Not one has heard
The supple and conditioned voice
That she raises to rejoice
In the carelessness and happiness
In the refinement and guilelessness
Of true Beauty
Which outshines even the finest jewelry