Fair like the winter's brow,
Wearing the makes of Cherubic's glow.
Eyes dimmed with crystal power,
Breaking through emotion like man-power.
Physiognomy embroided with smiles,
Taking different eyes on mile.
Teeth tinted with glorious scales,
Where joy and happiness lay.
Body sculpted from the rock,
Undaunted and strong like rock.
Legs rounds like the ball of justice,
Adding extra qualities like the suffix.
Speaks not of beauty in true:
Beauty is an heart with many virtue.
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beautiful poem penned, thanks for sharing///truth is beauty wherever it goes whenever; on the battle filed it never down it head; it never hideout its beautiful body; it never lies and fears on the scaffold of death; it never flee away from the death angel of cruelty; on and in the self icon this truth is truthful beauty//////
Wow! what a nice a poem from an intelligent writer, keep it up
owo- Physiognomy embroided with smiles, Taking different eyes on mile. Teeth tinted with glorious scales, Where joy and happiness lay. lovely writings great 10++++
Speaks not of beauty in true: Beauty is an heart with many virtue. at the moment I feel beauty of this beautiful poem.
Beauty is truth! It reminds of Keats! Interesting composition to read! All the best!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent concluding line! 'Beauty is a heart with many virtues! '. You explain the concept of beauty more clearly than that of Keats, our forefather did a few centuries back.
Thanks for the kind words poet...