You’ll always be beautiful!

If even your hairs were a handful scraped to the skull

Or plenteous and bounteous like the mane of a tall horse

If even you were slim to the bones

Or plump, rounded, and fat

If even your skin glows and shines like a babe’s

Or it is scrawny, scaly and wrinkled

If even your voice is sweet and sonorous like Nightingale’s

Or it is husky, hoarse and bland

If even you had the strides of angel

Or the clumsy walk of the aged.



You’ll always be beautiful!

Through seasons and time

In the dark or in the light

When it shines or gloomy

Low or high,

Either full or thin

Scrawny or skinny



For your beauty is uncorrupted

And the beautified of you is incorruptible;

Your soul that never wear

Your spirit that never tear.

Because your beautifier is ever at work

You’ll always be beautiful