A labyrinth of sorts, asking for a peek, Such was her beauty― candid, yet, meek

It was a heavy handed helping, He was sure;

The romantic’s words of accepted social

Some people have hopes for you, You have dreams for them,

She was given dust for color, Yet, she painted with it. By Nagashri https://www.writemore.in/2018/06/30/the-art-of-war/