The World was Unkind, She was Kind

Honey dripped from her lips whenever a word flowed
He wondered how beautifully she was thus endowed;
There never was trace of anger or hate in her deeds or speech
And none Heart did beat – beyond her Speech’ s reach.

A fragrance of Roses flowed from every word spoken
Every Deed was kind – all were Kindness’s token;
He wondered how could it be so easy to be kind
She was gifted – gifted indeed with a Beautiful heart and mind.

Little did He know what all She had been through
The World had been just as unkind to her too;
Her Soul carried the rose like fragrance and was colored red
For She had felt the thorns and she too has colorfully bled.

She knew how it aches when people are unkind
She had seen the darkness – She wasn’t blind;
She valued the feelings of others whenever a word was said
For She has known Pain – and yes She has bled.

She has felt it all – won’t let others feel the same
She values Love – for Her this ain’t a game;
For Those who have cried, bled and know the value of Dear
Will laugh through the pain – sans hate or fear!