Inner Beauty Is Real Deep

Does a smile begin from nowhere, A tear from outer space? Or do they come from hearts that care To settle on each face? They say that beauty is skin deep, Not so when one gets sad, Or longfelt grudges one would keep With evil thoughts so bad... Does a laugh begin from nowhere, A sigh from outer space? Or do they come from dreams we share Or feelings we embrace? And what of songs and poetry And hymns that mean so much And all God called humanity That brings each gentle touch? Does a prayer begin from nowhere, A frown from outer space? Does true love melt the heart's despair To wipe out every trace? Does time go faster when in love, Is love all that there is? If so, then thank the Lord above, Look up... and blow a kiss... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.