He looked at her,
Her hands were caked with black inks,
Filled with words she will never utter through her mouth,
How effortlessly she twists her hair into messy bun,
How she never ever wears make-up,
Daring enough not to conceal her beautiful imperfections,
How she clung books tightly to her chest,
Like a shield defensing her,
And how she walks confidently, yet stares on the ground afraid to have any eye contact,
I can't help but get attracted more and more by her quirkiness,
Every ******* time she passes by me.

Judgement, have one hundred percent on;

Judgmentalness no, none one hundred percent off;

Oh a oops gone,
how else can you love
one another truly...

Hypnotic spells gone.

Judge what, a being
something we do believe
or not;

The typical associations
catch us off guard quickly;

Any little possible defensing
gets quickly offensive
is it the better ploy...

Forgive me,
I'm just saying;

And asking for your own,
considerations within;

Whereby you can know thyself first,
and two the universe kindly responds;

In like kind all the tethering's
of the finer loving winds...!!!

Believe in all the dearly things,
those of which you wish would begin,
and those which too we have power to end.