Does one's beauty really lie in the beholder's eye? Or is it a fallacy of human mind or just a simple lie? Does beauty lie in those chiselled visages so coy, Dimpled chin, bowing brows and a doe-like eye. Fuller lips, pearly whites, a li'l nose, cheeks set high, ears perfect and curves all so simple, oh! a cutie pie? Is this what's beauty? or one that trancends the sky, one that's deep within, a presence so easy to deify. Beauty is in thoughts, in a reason that's hard to defy, the softness of attitude, and the kindness that flows by. Beauty is in actions, in the hand that reaches out to try help bring succour, and ones that stand guard and fortify. Beauty, oh! myriad thy form, many thy shades that imply, Hearts go aflutter, joy knows no bounds, when thy is nigh.