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The club pulsed with the heartbeat of the night. The air thrummed with conversation and laughter, punctuated by the clinking of glasses. He, along with his friends, were caught in the comfortable rhythm of the evening, stories shared and drinks flowing freely.

Then, a vision, a breathtaking apparition, moved across their field of vision. Time seemed to stutter, a collective gasp escaping their lips as the world momentarily tilted on its axis. A cynical comment from a friend, a jaded yearning for a beauty based solely on looks, sparked a quiet rebellion within him.

This poem, born from the embers of that fleeting encounter, is a whispered truth – a cautionary tale woven into vivid imagery. It delves into the dangers of a shallow gaze, urging the reader to look beyond the captivating facade for the qualities that make love truly enduring.

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Beware of Vera and her seven veils.

The masses on tenterhooks, waiting with bated breath,
Eyes wide open, imaginations on fire,
Suppressing emotions, a rampaging libido,
Desperately awaiting to witness all she is about to reveal.

The veils drop one by one,
Vera is finally done,
The crowd runs for their lives,
Their partners are God’s gift to them, they finally realize.

Never judge a book by its cover,
Look for more than looks in a lover.
For beauty is fleeting, but character stays,
Seek depth and heart in all your days.

True love is a treasure, not just a sight,
A spark that endures through day and night.
So beware of the veils that deceive and allure,
Find a love that is honest, steadfast, and pure.