Have you ever been told beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Yet the beholder only values what the naked eye can see. Is one’s beauty merely external, a shapely frame, flowing with grace? Or can one look beyond the surface, beyond the view of skin deep? Have you ever been told that your hair is too short, your eyes too small, your statue too large? Yet opinion of character is commonly misplaced? Is constitution of fiber even considered? Or is misperception of character more often the case? Have you ever been told that you do not fit in, your status is lacking or your rank is too low? Does status or rank measure character’s ascent? Your dedication to give one hundred percent? Or is level of character defined from within? Have you ever been told that your gift is so rare that its beauty shines upon the countenance of your face? Yet the beholder seldom seeks to know the depth of your heart. Yet the love that you share is a beacon of light; a radiance captured by its own special grace. So often we can’t see the truth or the light; forever searching on the surface for external delight. Yet the beholder is akin to a clouded lense. A perception misguided by opinions of men, forever longing, not conceiving that the beauty’s within.