Her eyes speak stories
Of her failures and glories,
But she keeps them closed
Won't let me crack the code

Her lips sing songs
Of her rights and wrongs
But she doesn't let them move
I can't ask, she disapproves

Her fingers roam carefree
In flowers of these valleys
But she keeps them pocketed
She didn't speak when I asked of it

Her steps fall softly
When she dances with the melody
But she keeps them interlocked
Has dropped the key off the dock

All of her is amicable
But she thinks she's despicable
I wish she'd believe when I say
She looks more beautiful everyday

~ halaenoor