In a world where covers are judged, I'm like a dusty old book,
But inside, my heart blooms with stories, if only they'd take a look.
People assume I'm lonely, with a cover worn and rusted,
But within these pages lie tales of kindness and love, trusted.

Like flowers in a garden, my soul is filled with scents so sweet,
Yet they judge me by the cover, never seeing what's beneath.
But if they'd open up...