A Message from the Face to the Brain:

This face gives people a slight peep,
Of a thousand promises I didn’t keep.
It illustrates the emotion of love,
Like a white dove flying above.
It can look tranquil, but yet stern,
And keep the scar from a gentle burn.

If I could speak, what would I say?
Please treat me in a nicer way.
For I am the part that ages first,
Keep me hydrated, for I will thirst.
For sleep and rest is not all I need,
I should be cared for, like a planted seed.

His face is unique, young, and bright,
How bad do I look, when in the light?
Her face is pretty; she should leave it be,
That little dog, gets more love than me.
Protect me now, so I may look bold,
This face cannot change, once it is old.

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