Mood of insecurity engages his appearance,
When he detects her loveliness by chance.
He remember the speckles of his surface,
Miles away from her celestial grace.
“How fortunate I am!” he whispered to her.
She responded to his emotion “Yes, we are!”
“Let my exterior be an illusion for others;
As you explore my soul and accept its scars…”
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
Mood of insecurity engages his appearance,
When he detects her loveliness by chance.
He remember the speckles of his surface,
Miles away from her celestial grace.
“How fortunate I am!” he whispered to her.
She responded to his emotion “Yes, we are!”
“Let my exterior be an illusion for others;
As you explore my soul and accept its scars…”
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