A BEAUTIFUL FACE: a sonnet

A BEAUTIFUL FACE: a sonnet


I know my friend that you are beautiful.
I know it, too, you know it more than me.
But why should you, of arrogance, be full?
My being plain is no ignominy.

Your skin is glowing and hair is silky;
Your eyes sparkle, your smile does captivate.
Should that a cause of your pride ever be
And make you, from faithfulness, vacillate?

A thing of beauty a joy for ever?
That may be true of a thing, not a face.
A face is just a reflection clever.
The truth inside the heart one cannot trace.

The real beauty lies inside the heart.
It’s that which plays in love the real part.



M C Gupta
17 May 2007