There is no one born ugly
Pick up a bronzer and brush,
And kindly remodel yourself.
If your hairs, are dark and long,
Cut it, as short as you want,
Give yourself, a desired rebirth.
Dye black blonde and blonde to dark,
We are all humans made for lack,
Imperfection is a gene we all share.
Attach some treads or get it wigged
If the hairs, are so low and bald,
Beauty is all about reflection.
Shave and redraw, lashes and lids,
These are parts of sweet seduction
Created by God, for our optimization.
Gloss has its own reflections and luck
Use a lipstick; it attracts a poke,
At rebirth, we all can emulate God.
I have a book, I read and look
On each page is same pretty face
Painted with lost traces of grace.
Life and death; recommend this book,
On each page is a face of a mother,
Looking emotional, sad and bitter.
On each page, is a surprising spitfire,
Toothless fly, turned into a barracuda;
Attacking all her feirced rival.
On each page, her lips does hiss
To failed promises and dried kiss;
Withered are roses around her hips.
On each page, is also a pot of desire
A new hope, pen and also an eraser
To wipe and rewrite the next chapter.
You are a black apple
On a familiar ground;
Renewing all the time.
Your charming sight,
As a bright cloak of light
Strengthens my cord, by God.
You are a ripe fruit on a tree,
The black apple of my eyes
That falls not far from me.
You drag me closer to hay,
Your nutrients day by day,
Surely keeps the doctors away.
You are boneless like a fillet,
A pretty sweet forbidden fruit,
I shall eat; over and over again.