The poem
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires: Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
all that is practical to human beings
"TRUE BEAUTY" Poem is the real face of the sence of love...............no its not only that much, its also the purity of SOUL. Devine is the SOUL,and the love is its part.