Beauty comes in many shapes and sizes,
from wall street sharks to grumpy misers.
Models that grace runways and billboards,
when they speak could hypnotize hoards.
Actors that could dazzle and make you swoon,
Energy changes when they light up the room.
But does it matter when you are cold at night,
you could have it all but are you polite.
Does it match up when your baby grabs your fingers,
when over dinner a future lovers stare lingers.
When you turn and see they walk down the aisle,
together on the journey through every dark mile.
When their crinkled smile is shot at you,
did it matter who wore it best in two thousand and two.
Now the night is coming and your world has lost some light,
Ask yourself did you love, be loved, and were you polite