She is beautiful
Not the ordinary kind of beauty
That perverse men would sing off
Just to quench their thirst and move on
She is something more
Something special
She is made of colours
The colours of love
Both beautiful and ugly colours
The beautiful colours
Depict the fights she has fought
And valiantly won
While the ugly ones
Display her courage
In the fights she has lost
She has been hurt
Both by the society
And everyone around
That she trusted with conviction
But still, she affords to smile
A beautiful and warm smile
That everyone wants to seek its warmth
She still believes
Adamantly like a monk
She believes in doing good
Even to those who have caused her pain
Even to those who have broke her heart
Even to those that hate her with passion
Because she was made with love
With a golden heart to love
She is made of the colours of love