Beauty is not seen in one's body
with loveliness so enticing to see;
Like in a face with angelic charm;
In an eyes so enticing and warm;
In a lips so tender with desire;
Turning an eyes breath with fire;
With hair so smooth and terrific;
Perfectly engrave in a rosy check;
In a posture and perfect body figure
So sexy and enchanting to explore;
But it is seen in our perfect harmony
With any one as we respect truly
The rights and feeling of others
And treat them well as our brothers.
For the true measure of anybody
Is not when we look so lovely
But on how we touch prudently
The life of the poor and the needy.
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