Beauty Is Skin deep

In the ephemeral realm of mortal men, where flesh and blood do reign Beauty is oft extolled, as a virtue to obtain, a fleeting, fading gain But alas, dear friends, let us not be deceived by the façade, the veneer For beauty is skin deep, and true worth lies in the soul's darkest, most obscure sphere The eyes that sparkle like diamonds, the lips that curve like a rose in bloom The skin that glows like alabaster, the hair that flows like a silken, auroral perfume All these are but mere trappings, a superficial, ephemeral show For when the winds of time blow strong, and the rains of sorrow flow, they wither, fade, and go The beauty that lies within, like a beacon, shines so bright, a luminous, ethereal light A radiance that emanates, from the heart's deepest, darkest, most mysterious night It is the beauty of kindness, of compassion, of love, a beauty that transcends the flesh, and speaks to the soul above A beauty that is not skin deep, but soul deep, and heart wide, a beauty that shines like a star, and guides us through life's darkest, most labyrinthine tide So let us not be fooled, dear friends, by the superficial charm, the meretricious allure For true beauty lies in the depths, where the heart and soul do