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a love bop

i've turned into a wild mountain woman,

conquering peaks and balancing in poses

on a cliff's edge. my strength is my

greatest gift, my solitude, my greatest joy.

the trees and breeze my only loves

until you stumbled upon my worn dirt path.

 

learning to love myself through the one i choose to love

 

with each step along the shores of my

pristine, clear heaven I can feel your

breath in sync with mine, the trees

sway and question the heavy footfalls

alongside my short strides, and my mind no

longer lingers on each leaf, petal,

sound, no, instead it's your eyes i picture

when i inhale deeply and close mine.

 

learning to love myself through the one i choose to love

 

to share this moment, this magic

where my roots find home in a place

that i'm beginning to realize that i've

always known, the glassy water reflects

how well you fit right by my side, and

my heart whispers, "go ahead, dive."

 

learning to love myself through the one i choose to love

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