Beauty Twice

Rest assured: to be old and to be beautiful
Are both earthly and truthful.
As the egret is in the Far East,
So are you a symbol of profound beauty
Upon whom the eyes of poets feast
And write into their verses’ timeless purity.

The older you grow,
So greatly fairer are your eyes,
And the fairer your beauty and your worth show.
For what you lack in youth but wish not to admit
When you're come of age, you have the wit
To express in beauteous grace even twice.

Your beauty is well-pruned, indeed,
But it dies unless it becomes immortal in a seed.