Beauty is not in the face,
But in the light of the heart,
Beauty is what we embrace,
But not we take apart.
Every person has beauty,
No matter what he or she looks like,
Everyone is a somebody,
And everyone has their strikes.
Beauty is something you can't make,
You can't put make-up on,
And have people look and take,
And think that nothing is wrong.
Beauty is what you see,
Inside others hearts and souls,
Nothing is for free,
So don't be fortold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so rightly and aptly stated well done.