By The Looks Of Her
By The Looks Of Her
She is as beautiful as the first rays of sun that
Hit the surface of our land
Her face like the flowers that can't even bloom as well as she does
And when the birds do chirp; it is when they hear her words
Her beautiful voice as melodic as the melody itself;
So beautiful that silk turns into an ashamed article
The spirit of flowing river once free, now afraid that she is purer than it
And the bright color of blue ocean that glistens in the scorching
Heat of the sun hide itself from the brighter color of her eyes
Her touch so much softer than the most polished side of red velvet
But it a shame that the world only sees her like a poor maiden
Her inner self left unknown to the unmarking world
And it a pity that at the end of the day, she is but only a rose amongst many others
And the world looks upon her just as one looks at a beggar
For all they know that she is a poor maiden, and nothing
About the beautiful features that conspire with her spirit
The world knows nothing by the looks of her.
No one does.