Some say beauty is only skin deep,

But I have seen beauty to make one weep,

And I have seen beauty I would not keep,

For the cost of such beauty is too steep.

Beauty come naked without sight,

It is for the beholder to see the light,

For beauty must also be virtue's might

And never shrink from what is right.

Beauty is a baby who knows but love,

A vessel of joy sent from on high above,

Never a burden to be gotten rid of,

But pure as sunlight on a morning dove.