It explains the beauty of self-love and it's expression.The love which isn't forced but felt.It isn't bound but express.A short tale of self whishper's to feel and share.
My muse is
young, with a long run
The beauty I
see, I can't stop becoming free
Like a light
feather, remains my dear heather
I confirm I like, but within I just fike
There is a long way, I have to say
If I have to love, with time she will hove
But the fact remains, I don’t know how to?
I will still learn with my hearts churn
Cause it's my dear, how can I still fear
I saw she's lost and glad I found
It was a challenge to hold the phalange
And fill the muscle so, she could relive
Its only between us, now we won't rush
In fact, I should say its only about me
It isn’t someone apart once flip it and see
I expressed about self-love which will help free dove
I forever will recall and forever keep up saying
My muse is young, with a long run
The beauty I see, I can't stop becoming free
Like a light feather, remains my dear heather
Churn: Unsettling emotion
Hove: to slowly move closer and become visible
Fike: Restless
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