Beauty Poem by John Yaws

Beauty is an element
That most don't recognize…
Equating it with something
To titillate the eyes.

If this is your conception-
Forgive me, but I must-
Tell you, you're mistaken.
For this is merely lust.

Beauty, on the other hand-
Is much like cheese or wines…
Only age instills it-
Impurity refines.

Beauty stands the test of time-
When hair turns white, or grey,
As the outer tends to fade away-
The inner's on display.

Don't fall prey to whimsey-
Or Cupid's foolish dart…
When beauty truly comes to you-
You will know it in your heart.