Beauty

But I ne'er said thy handsomeness hath smitten me
I must say 'tis thy storm, thy scars, and complex rarity;
For, a lovely gaze shalt not fall merely on beauty
But what the heart can feel, not the eyes can see.

'Tis, not thy gallant posture nor thy dazzling smiles
But how thou fight thy battles hath me charmed,
And a soul hath gone through the coarse cursed miles
Knowest well how to tame the wild, the cold be warmed.