Deceiving beauty wears a gentle face,
A borrowed glow that promises delight;
It charms the eye, yet leaves the heart displaced,
Mistaking shimmer for enduring light.
Its voice is smooth with carefully chosen grace,
Its smile rehearsed to quiet every doubt;
We trust the surface, quickened by its pace,
Nor hear the warning truth beneath the shout.
For beauty learned to mirror what we seek,
To sell desire dressed as something pure;
It hides its hollowness in colors sleek,
And masks decay with forms that seem secure.
At last we learn—too late, yet still made wise:
What dazzles most may teach us how it lies.
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