Bleeding Jewels

Nun of silent infatuation
Wordless, heart bleeding passion.
An unnoticed treasure,
Valueless white,
Rubbished jewels.
Noon to noon
She’s walking in purity
Working for divinity
Not intentionally
If she had been loved
Time not on her side
Love is for another life
She assumes.
 
At the other side of the wall
Lavatory rivalry leads to war
Fierce soldier denied of a beard
Starring doubled in mirror
A shave by the hand
Cuts, cleans,
And wound the chin
After many failed attempts
Believes,
All ladies are same
Against the grin
His pucker brow brings a frown.

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