Beauty is the lips not tinted in red.
The ear that’s not chained with long giant rings.
Plain as a white sheet, no ink on the face.
Beauty is the hair that’s not locked in dread.
Not cleavage that left its bay, up it springs.
The brows not barbed and drawing to replace
The slay queen wears crown of rose on her head,
But she does not sit beside the great kings
Smiley would paste her ass to seal disgrace
The virgin maiden dresses the king’s bed
She attracts princes with the way she sings
Lovely and sweet, the sleeping beauty ace.
In the beholder’s eye, beauty is seen,
None denies the beauty of a true queen