If you find her puzzling to your mind
Or her ways too distant for your kind
Why not stay far and admire
Or face the roads you desire?
If the clothes she dons are rags to you
Or her fancy hair seems like some ruin
Why not ignore her or pretend
That she somehow is not your friend?
Don’t compel her to destroy her
Cause you fancy a frame she must fit
Don’t dare break her to remake her
She’s a beauty, whoever she is
She’s unique, a rare eternal gem
She’s Mona Lisa even if dead and gone
If you can’t love her for her worth
Then admit you never lived.