Beauty has many different shapes and sizes
Comes in different packages with different prizes
Beauty can be a flower with misleading appearences
Like a serpent in the grass when it hiss you ain't hearing it
Or beauty can be right before you up to you to see it
Sad how people miss this beauty veiled in secrets
True beauty hides in sheep's clothing very humble
Not craving for attention just compassion in a bundle
Beauty is the interpretation of the eyes of the beholder
Depending on the personality of your soul is how you'll judge "her"
Beauty can be your actions in movement at first
Because we all know that actions speak louder than words
Beauty is whatever the person may depict it to be
For she has many forms she isn't bound she is free
As for me, beauty is something that gracious
A geiune gem in a sandpit maybe a little flirtacious
The essence of beauty may come in different varieties
But without it we would be a dark void society