Among us are women and men who cannot grasp the meaning of love,
since the attention they are flowered with is blinding them till their hearts become cold.
It might seem like a wise choice to give her
your beautiful words.
How sad, you find even the slightest crack that you can get into,
just to get some taste of her.
I laugh at you.
Maybe you win her there and then.
Maybe you enjoy her picture there and then.
But her heart is hardened by her lust for attention.
Undressing a fabric a day of her clothing,
she invites more eyes to her skin,
more lust to her body, more looks to her eyes.
And more coldness to her frozen heart that lies.
She cares not for your honest words.
She cares but only for the eyes of the world.
Be not fooled by her curves, she bends even more
for the photo that she knows will be loved for sure.
As for the pure;
I grieve for you.
How can modesty become an enemy to her?
Because then, she will be confined from the eyes she seeks love from.
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You Who Knows Least
ПоэзияA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
