Etched in tiny corners of my heart
Resplendent beauty, memories so deep
Her aura, her tendrils, no flaws, just mystique
Within the boom and pulse of my arteries
All of her iridescence,
sweet essence I'll keep
Protected in solace
Far down beneath
buried skin deep
Enfolded in red capsules
A deity so sacredly, hidden,
In the secluded part to which only
The creator and I hold a key
Sparse innocence, scared
Tarnished and flawed
Perhaps incomplete…
Yet with beauty, through the arts
a passion for humanity
Seeks to reprieve
try to relieve
Make imagery concrete
All while perhaps dealing
Healing, metamorphosing
An awakening of new beliefs
In self,
in life
in everyone else
That Life though difficult is colored with beauty
If we open our eyes
If we only believe…
In veins she meanders
While fueling me…
But how could this be
That a stranger
in my heart
in this vessel
I continue to keep…
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