Beauty Is Truth
Natural beauty of nature
Is like a beautiful damsel.
She needs no makeup or perfume
To enhance her physical beauty-
Her beauty is truth, period.
An anonymous wildflower
Growing with delicate fragrance
Beside a forests time-worn path
Can’t be anymore lovelier
If plucked and placed within her locks;
Nor her comely grace be improved.
Their “beauty is truth, truth beauty”
Apart they are most beautiful;
In concert they accent the whole.
On a Grecian urn:
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”
All we need to know.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2010
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