Your Beauty

is not in your
eyes,
nor along the curve of your hip,
nor,
for that matter, any of
your sweet curves.

it’s not even in the gentled
roundness of your soft lips.

not
at all.

it’s not in your
words,
nor your kindness,
nor your loving way.

but
in the song of your soul,
which forever sings
caressingly to me.