True Beauty

<FONT face=Georgia size=2> I'm not the sort To look for pity. I don't seek For sympathy. But sometimes, In this body obsessed World we live in, I feel I don't exist. I feel I don't belong. I don't see lasting beauty In a face, Or in a body. All I see, Is the ugliness of our vanity. Beauty of the body, Is but a fleeting vision. True beauty is ever lasting. It doesn't disappear with age. It lies within, It shines without. True beauty doesn't seek approval, It just simply is. In our image conscious world, Do we see much beauty in a face, Or body? I see beauty in a kind word, Or a self-less gesture. In a stranger that doesn't judge, Or a friend with a willing ear. I see it in a landscape lit by the moon, A single rose surviving against weeds. How can we have forgotten so much, Of the real meaning of true beauty? </font>