A Book by Its Cover

I look at a Book by its cover and recognize what it is.
I look and see the leather binding, the gold edging and the parchment-thin pages.
Its words are written in red and black.
By common knowledge and personal experience, I know the message within.
It is a Book of Wisdom and Love.

I look at this Book and recognize what it is.
I look and see the binding and the pages, common for a paperback.
Its words are written in black on common white paper.
By common knowledge and personal experience, I know the message within.
It is a Book of Wisdom and Love.

I look at people by their cover and wonder who they really are.
I look and see the polished exterior, coiffed hair and fine garments.
Their words are spoken in measured, well-cultured cadence.
But are their hearts leather-tuff, the days of their lives gold lined?
Their message, is it true?  I wonder who they really are.

I look at people by their cover and wonder who they really are.
I look and see the common exterior, plain and run-of-the-mill.
Their words are spoken in the manner in which they think, without flair or eloquence.
But are their hearts simple and average, their lives nondescript and unimportant?
Their message, is it true?  I wonder who they really are.

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