I once was dimmed, told I was “too much,”
My quirks dismissed, my laugh out of touch.
But then you appeared with a gentle hand,
Showering me in ways I now understand.
Flowers that bloom with thought in their hue,
Respect in each word, intentions so true.
You listen, you care for the smallest detail,
In your presence, I feel I could never fail.
The parts once mocked, you treasure instead,
The quirks and the chaos inside of my head.
You lift me higher with each sweet caress,
You make me feel nothing less than a princess.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC
I once was dimmed, told I was “too much,”
My quirks dismissed, my laugh out of touch.
But then you appeared with a gentle hand,
Showering me in ways I now understand.
Flowers that bloom with thought in their hue,
Respect in each word, intentions so true.
You listen, you care for the smallest detail,
In your presence, I feel I could never fail.
The parts once mocked, you treasure instead,
The quirks and the chaos inside of my head.
You lift me higher with each sweet caress,
You make me feel nothing less than a princess.
