To Love What Is Beautiful
It’s easy to love what is beautiful
It’s easy to ponder the sky
It’s easy to love what is helpless
When innocence touches the eye
It’s easy to brush against velvet
Or savor the song of a Lark
It’s easy to gaze at the moon
As it is belighting the dark
Yet what of the less graceful beings
Whose beauty may lie deep within
Will they dine alone at the table
For lack of a glorious skin
I wonder the value of beauty
If only its surface is blessed
When only the eye of the holder
Sees only how something is dressed
It’s easy to love what is beautiful
It may not be easy to see
But oh, it is worthy of effort
And surely the heavens agree
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