Sonnet 531

Long have I gazed through life’s ethereal smoke
And of that time have seen fair beauties pass,
Where most sport fairness as a glamorous cloak
That hides a heart stone ugly, rude and crass.
Sweet beauty is not always golden truth
And truth is rarely simple beauty blessed,
For outward grace is oft the veil of youth
To stand brief moments there by springtime dressed.
But you, dear you show beauty from the coeur—
This truth affirmed where here I so defend
To state this peerless garment that you wear
Will age unblemished to the very end;
Most beauty is not truth that’s outward seen,
But more charm’s aspect flaunting virtue’s mien.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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