youth’s beauty is not with the face alone—

youth’s beauty is not with the face alone—
I know it—life thrives on the slightest song:
the harmony of eyes that bring you home,
the shape of a heart having known no wrong
colors and forms and sings the proofs of love—
hear in earnest how it speaks, each beat—
forever—for all with might from above;
the eyes and skies seek so and so greet.
honesty, in deed, is source of good graces,
let passion, in word, breed honest faces—
music as old as time lives in pages
strewn through skies and good hearts of all ages—

and at that are two ways to reach the soul—
but, say such heavenly looks beat them all