Beauty is both a blessing and a curse,
Mysterious, wonderful, and perverse.
God and the devil wage their fight,
Within the heart, both dark and light.
It draws the gaze, condemns the soul,
and leaves us broken, seeking to be whole.
A fleeting glow, a fleeting grace,
That time erodes from every face.
But deeper still, beneath the skin,
Where beauty’s light in truth begins,
It shines in acts of love and care,
A kindness given, pure and rare.
For beauty fades, as seasons change,
The outer form will rearrange.
But what remains, untouched by age,
Is beauty’s truth on heaven’s stage.
A mirror shows what the devil sees,
beauty is in the soul, in God’s eternity.
Beyond the surface, deep and vast,
It’s what endures when all else is past.

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