Of beauty unashamed, ugliness never framed, blemishes we attack
To be fair, should we not compare lies white or black
Clouds roam the sky, but wet rain is dry, hopes denied or fulfilled
Don\'t let tear drops fly from a jealous eye over milk that is spilled
A disfigured face, comeliness erase, covering charm one can not see
Without alure, vision becomes a blur, golden virtue discarded as debris
Gold rejected, a seed neglected, hidden beneath a boulder
A calcified lie truth will deny in the eye of the blinded beholder