The maiden's pain is not of the hands, neither is it of the body. The maiden's pain is not in words you whisper, neither is it in songs sang. But her pain is of the heart, which eats deeps into the very soul with each tear. Do not judge her because she lost her pride, do not mock her for she was young and naive, do not kill her with words of filth for the pain of the heart is greater than that of the body. The body wound shades blood, but the heart's tears is thicker. The body would leave scars, but sleepless night is more poisonous. Bed of blood is uncomfortable for the night, but a wet pillow is unpleasant to life.
The maiden's pain can be caused by scars of forceful pleasure from wolves. The maiden's pain can be as a result of being lost to the maze of the youth mixed with sweet tunes of flattery. The maiden's pain can be of rejection, neglect and provocation by those she opened her heart to.Yet she is looked upon as a creature for pleasure and amusement. She is disregarded as the neck of the head, her values are ignored and her pain discussed. The maiden's pain was triggered by circumstance, condition and chance.
Ignore not her beauty, for she to the eyes may be a faded rose. Mock not her stance, for she may be a faded cloth. Her happiness would be, not of things with price tags, or things of the flesh. As her pain is of the heart, her happiness shall spring from the heart. In the fullness of time, her soul shall whisper to her, and life shall change it's course towards her. Her bed shall become that of roses, her pillow made from lightest of feathers and her face may become as the goddess.
Treat her with respect while she yet weep. Cloth her with love, even as her heart is Unclad. Feed her with hope, for in due season she might become your bridge to happiness and fortune never before seen. The maiden's pain is only for a while, for soon she shall smile.

P.S: Never look down on people, not even the beggar by your side...

Nt bad.... Nt bad at all. You contradicted urslf at some point dou.