Beauty is multi-faceted In the mind and heart it's created It's as much in the dark as it's in the light It all depends on your sight A lovely rose, a pretty spouse, The lines of a funny prose All are merry and gay - And beautiful in their own way The lines etched on an old face The symphony of a mourning heart Though come from a somber place Are both of beauty a part Beauty is the glance of the temptress The meditation of the saint The wrath of a tempest The valour of heroes great In the darkest night of the soul it can be found In the menacing depths of the human mind In the generosity of a kind stranger And the warm embrace of a lover It could be as much a boulder as a flower Or a peaceful heart on a night moonlit You see, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder It's all about the way you see it