I guess you can say I’m a weirdo of sorts;
Refusing to think the way everyone courts.
I’m speaking of how you define certain things—
Like beauty, for instance, responses it brings.
If it’s good to look at—I mean really good,
Most label that beauty, think all of us should.
But beauty, to me, is much more than the shape,
Much more than the figure at which we may gape.
The real touch of beauty will come from within;
Most often are eyes the source where to begin.
Distinct ease of movement, a light-hearted vein,
No need to be putting on airs so to gain.
That person, to me, moves with confident ease;
And, yes, the cosmetic attentions which please.
But all this may suddenly show being weak,
For that is precisely when you hear them speak.
© Richard Williams