Flower Face Poem by George Samuel

What women praise,
Might not bring a raise;
The glitter may mean the world,
But wait till the fruits unfold;
Some might be forbidden.

Think before you have a bit,
Their faces don't mean their hearts;
What matters is how they act,
No matter what a woman says,
Wait and see her final play.

When a woman cry,
Doesn't mean they're shy;
The one they claim to hate,
Could be their crush and dream date;
So while you fight with all your heart for them,
You might be wrong;
Because you fight alone.