Love is blind so they say then why do we paint our faces to entice this feelings.
beauty cannot be bought
Though oft times it can be taught
Women they buy so many jars
To tempt the being from planet mars
But sleep so restful can be mean
For on the morrow it’s all clean
When the Martian looks at your face
Let’s hope he doesn’t head for space
So keep it simple keep it pure
Natural inner beauty has its lure
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