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.