Sonnet 70

True beauty is not just an outward light
But often more the light that shines within;
The outward beckons moths in mindless flight,
The inward, gives the butterfly sojourn;
For outward beauty’s but a lustrous sheen
Whose glaze may yet conceal a darker heart;
And lack of luster may the converse bring
And show that light the inward may impart.
Bright beacons can confound both moths and men
Oft leading promised pilgrimage to doom;
But from the meekest butterfly we learn,
The brighter light may be not that presumed,
For beauty is not always as it seems,
And dark may lurk beneath what beauty gleams.

©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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