Beauty, a word that is lost in this age,
Is hard to define but this I will wage:
It encompasses the person as a whole,
The complete mind, body, and soul.
Beauty talks of the persons character,
A view of that great light inside of her.
Beauty talks of the persons intellect,
And how much of it they reflect.
Beauty talks of the persons attitude,
Whether they are kind to others or rude.
Beauty also includes outward appearance,
How they appear, glide, and dance.
Never is Beauty limited to a single quality,
If it ever was, the result would be faulty,
For it would not reflect their true being.
This I hold as Beauty's true meaning.
A long, long time ago I wrote this poem. Discovering all of its eloquence after so long a time has prompted me to reflect on much.