Ode to Coleridge ‘

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree
And in that dome did he behold
A maiden fair, of beauty untold

But though her visage shone so bright
'Twas not her outer form, in truth
That captured Khan's enraptured sight
And kept him spellbound from his youth

No, 'twas her inner beauty grand
A grace that radiated out
A heart so pure, a soul so grand
That all who knew her had no doubt

That she was rare, a gem so fine
A treasure not of earthly kind
For inner beauty, so divine
Is rarest thing that one can find

And though we're told that looks can charm
And beauty is a prized allure
It's in the heart that one must farm
The loveliness that will endure

For outer beauty fades with time
And what was once so fair to see
Will in the end, no longer shine
A mere reflection of what used to be

But inner beauty, that will last
A flame that never fades away
A light that guides us through the past
And leads us to a brighter day.