The spell that has befallen the multitude
Innocent young vines like gazelles
Caged in a strange fire
Their tears covered in their smiles
A mile of time uncovering their nakedness

An innocent girl
In a world of fancies
Her inner self buried in worldly delicacies
Impeding her sweetest aroma
A treasure the world would never have

How can she escape
A shadow of herself she cannot trace
A deception she can never fathom
Innocently muddling through
A treasure waxed with mud

Burying alive a precious germ
That money cannot buy
She’s priceless
A helpmeet
Mercilessly reduced to a doormat

Beautiful as she is
Her mind masqueraded
Who would muscle up to her rescue
Furnish her, not for merchandise
Just the way she is
She is priceless