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Your Beautiful Face

When poets and painters portray a beauteous face
It is to their utter and unending disgrace
That they focus on cheekbones and lips and eyes
Not the beauty, beneath which, lies

They show us a snapshot, a scant frame in time
A sin of omission a heinous crime
They show not the movement - the love, the life
Nor the humour, the anger, the strife

For with strokes broad and fine tis painted right there
From the foulest of foul, to the fairest of fair
A beautiful face, for a beautiful soul
On a canvas, gifted, by your family, whole

There lies your beauty - in your humour, your grace
Painted by your soul, as your beautiful face

Alan Duval (c) 2009