Roses are white, blue and red, —
With every person having his own favourite.
That she’s white doesn’t rid her of thorns,
Neither does it make her smell any better.
That she’s blue does not make her any royal
‘Coz her look doesn’t make up for her pain–
When her thorns sting.
Her fiery colour many adore,
Preaching the entities of love,
And her look skips a beat of the heart–
For the eyes to take a second gaze.
Yet, she is not any better.
Men are made of several complexion;
Fair, dark, almost gold, —
Even brown skin persons.
The look justifies not the person,
Neither their beauty, their faults.
Awesome is every man–
Only if we know where and how to handle each other.
None is perfect,
All we need is understanding!
_Do not be deceived by looks,_
_We are made with flaws in us and–_
_We just have to love beyond looks!_