Beauty is deceptively simple,
Yet many debate its meaning.
Ask one person and he’ll say one thing,
Ask another person and he’ll say another.
Is it so elusive that people had to pull their hair
in pursuit of its secrets?
Nonetheless, many have answers.
Some say it is deep,
A natural virtue inherent in all things,
Or a gift endowed by divine creators.
Some say it is shallow,
A malicious mask to hide a person’s evil,
Or to attract potential mates.
Some say it is on the inside,
That a person’s goodness is what counts.
Not the smoothness of skin,
Length of hair or roundness of bosom.
Better a kind hag than a lovely harridan.
Some say it is only on the outside,
A measure of a person’s desirability.
Looking at a person’s insides
Will show only unsightly entrails.
Some say it is abstract,
For there are patterns that exist everywhere,
For Fibonacci and the phi ratio are its secrets.
Perfect angles and mathematical rules;
All proof there is order in the univer