The beauties stripped in healing and listening,
I shared my bit,
Pain came from outside, feelings and questions were
the roses with thorns.
Roses, why did the you look for it,
The eyes never said anything of it, may be
Your friends must have taken care,
To make you suffer and make you ill.

Do you see?
Seeing is not seeing, if you
still feel a pull,
Would you let it live or go
blind to the urge.
Going blind to the pull might make
The heart cold.