The image lied to her face
Showed her the truth not within
Stared harder and tried to uncover
What was in the hidden revelation
As useless as the hidden lamp
Lighted to be chased away by dark,
Her beauty meant nothing to her
What use was it, if it could not be seen?
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
All those who behold her might as well be blind.
Her beauty cannot be seen.