Apparition

I do not think that beauty to be rare
That may be bought at stores, or in salons.
The sort that is not made for wind and wear,
Or for the moment when the morning dawns
And casts a sungleam on a sleeping face.
True loveliness is found in sidelong glances,
An eyebrow lifted with sarcastic grace,
And how each eye below divinely dances
With sheer amusement; in a playful smirk,
A laugh delivered with full heartiness,
And smiles that crease their corners. Where these lurk,
How can love than these aspects linger less?
It cannot be: the heart and eye must join
To love, and pay their tribute in that coin.