The one who cares the most,
Among your admirers, feels lost.
Is it really the outer beauty that matters?
What about the beauty that the heart chatters?
One day the outer beauty would surely fade.
The displeasing soul will only be left,
Of which you would be afraid.
The body would become a heft.
At that time, stay happy if you can,
Then grasping the pretty heart would be a ban.
© Gunjan