Perhaps beauty is not a thing
Perhaps it is a place
That resides elsewhere
Beyond the fair one's face

Perhaps a hint of kindness
Behind a secret smile
Perhaps a certain stranger
That stops and chats awhile

Perhaps a fragrant flower
That dances in the breeze
Or maybe the whisper
Of the wind through the trees

Maybe its that person
that simply says "I care"
Or it could be your lover
with the dark and shiny hair

It could be the person crying
With tears cascading down their face
Nothing left to live for
Until they find their saving grace

Many things are beautiful
you just have to stop and see
like stopping and reading this poem
Now, that is true beauty.