Your Real Beauty

Your real beauty isn’t of the skin. It’s beneath it.
It’s in your laughter and in your speech. It’s in your eyes and in your smile.
Your thin hands have long been so lovely
Just as have your perfect ears.
But far more beautiful than these bodily and
Sonorous charms
Has been that grand enthusiasm
You always toss into everyone’s
Waiting arms
As you go from room to room
Day after day, year after year
Rainy or sunny, thin or fat
As you greet one or tell one goodbye
Yes, all know
Your real beauty isn’t of the skin
But how special it lies
There beneath and there within.