In the days just after Arthur
Lived a maiden passing fair
With a beauty like the lily
And gold dust in her hair.

An the prince who ruled the land
Full of over bearing pride
Sent  his  knight a questing for her
So that she would be his bride.

It did not take long to find her
For the rumor’s blaring force
Like a river broad and mighty
Can be traced right to it’s source.

And beauty beyond beauty
As you may surmise
Is seen in every aspect;
The lips, the hair, the eyes,

The gently flowing curves,
The turn of hand, and cheek,
In waist, hips, knees, and ankles,
The voice with which they speak.

Perfect in every aspect
She there before him stood.
And informed about the quest
She smiled and said. “it’s good”

“That I should be queen” she said,
“Is evident to see.
For in all of the world
there is none prettier than me”

Another maiden entered.
Offering service on the way
to ease the lady’s burden
as she traveled through the day.

And so they stood before him
How one in beauty shown
An the other, there next to her
Was more like a common stone

They set forth on the journey
And on though out the day
Beauty spent her time complaining
She had nothing good to say

And plainness, her attitude
A glimmer of fine gold
Her soft and gentle humor
A wonder to behold

That evening after dinner
At the closing of the day.
He looked upon “the beauty “
As the sunlight slipped away.

When the moonlight caught her features
He saw her gaunt and bare.
Bereft of all but ugliness
And hardly any hair.

He turned away in horror
To where the other maiden stood
Doing clean up after dinner
Her cooking was quite good

And he saw the moonlight twinkle
In her eyes and off her nose
Like the sunlight on a dewdrop
When it glistens on a rose

And he wondered at this vision
And he didn’t mean to stare.
But the moonlight’s golden fingers
Mixed the stars into her hair

Next morning when the sun came up
And “rosy fingered dawn”
Erupted on the mountains
Bidding shadows to move on.

His eyes passed to the maidens
As they struggled on their way
To arriving at the castle
At the ending of the day

And he saw them in the sunlight
As by Luna’s hands transformed
One complaining gaunt and hollow
One with love and light adorned

And her laughter was like music
And he finally realized
the length and height and depth of beauty
One can see with “inner eyes”


In conclusion
Ladies

If your certain gentle someone
Doesn’t seem to care
about the problems with your
Lips or hips or height or weight  or hair

Just turn and kiss him gently
And do not be surprised
If he’s lost in all the beauty
That is seen with “inner eyes”

Gentlemen

When looking at a maiden
Fair or homely I don’t care
And you’re pondering her curves
Or length and luster of her hair

Please take a second look
And you may be surprised
Oh the wonder, oh the beauty
One can see with “inner eyes”