you belong to you.
nothing fits better
in between your fingers
than your own

fall deeply in love with yourself.
every inch of your body
is painted perfectly
to represent a masterpiece that is you

your body is a temple
built only for those
who'll look at you
as if you are the whole universe

lovers may pass
and chances may knock
but the cells that compose you
aren't ready to share you yet

different hands may grasp this skin
and various fingers may hold this heart
every meter of my flesh
will always belong deeply to me

you are yours,
i am mine
the key to our heart
is placed at our own hands.

words fail to describe
the beauty and peace
found in the mountains sublime

the scenic panorama of the place
is captured so well
by those who live in
the mountain's veld

of trees towering to skies of indigo blue
of squirrels owls and fireflies
of streams pristine and pure  

within the province
of mountain kin's hearts  
there is an intrinsic
soulful yoke
inborn
of the mountain's
heritage