Beauty is a gift

A possession on which we take.

Beauty is like a rock

That nobody can shake.

Beauty is not what you wear.

It's not what you make.

It can't be share

And falsely compared

It's the light of the heart

And the true color of your soul

Some don't know they have it

So they let it go,

It is not touched but felt,

It is not spoken but heard,

If you have it, you don't know it. 

And if you know it, you don't have it. 

So tell me do you possess true beauty?