Nun Of The Above Poem by immanuel santos

It was long back time I met you,
Like a nun holding theology book
But doesn't say anything at first look.

No one will criticised the way you are
Because you are covert hiding from far,
Holding your classy smile without a tar.

I don't know really your past
But after years back, a declaration of yours
Many of them are trashed.

Let say, you have had these pains,
And a lot from you changed, but your tiny
Eyes will not deny you stand out above trains.

Does all these are your revenge?
Or you hate them because you're strange?
Otherwise you hate yourself other than them.

Then as I heard your stories,
Your still lovely deserved candies,
A candid gratitude your not anymore like nuns.

Your memories gone through others and
Your heart melted by someone,
But your soul will always be your guidance.