What Is Beauty
What is Beauty? Is it Truth? Is it Art?
Or the shape of the Golden Ratio?
Whatsoever Beauty is, it does not show
in the proud and haughty, but in the heart
of them where love and charity take part;
it manifests in the wise, who all know
that hatred's a fault we must overthrow
to supersede with the logic of Descartes.
Behold! Beauty's what's perceived in the eyes,
where the light of grace and intelligence
mingles in proportions none can surmise.
Beauty is song, from whence comes the eloquence
of a bard, who, like a lark at sunrise,
with lips sings strains that rival spring's opulence.
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