what is beauty? it is the hidden heart,
the secret of the self — the soul within;
the side of man which is the better part:
that glow and warmth unhid by earthly skin.
what then is beauty? not the charming face,
for oft the shell reveals a rusty core;
instead, ’tis what these mortal eyes can’t trace,
for ’tis the heart that holds it evermore.
true beauty is first felt before beheld;
it is the hidden grandeur of the soul;
the measurer of greatness of the self:
it sets apart the lorldy from the low.
thus beauty is one’s very own self-worth:
the measure of our value and our growth.