To fix a broken man.
Feeding the ego.
Full corse meals of delusion.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
The voice inside is so small.
Smothered by love.
Silenced by time.
Yet still she breathes.
Water the garden within.
Keep the mind free from weeds.
Feed the starving child.
Self love is the best source of vitamins.
She walks with light, like the suns first kiss.
Lips caressing the sky, such beauty makes the clouds blush.
Made of stardust, the universe sparkles in her eyes.
Pools of water that are filled with the seas of knowledge, endless depths of beauty.
Fields of green paint her skin, life blooming upon her touch.
The gentle embrace of the, all caring mother?
Or perhaps the warmth of a fellow lover…
Beautiful silk petals.
That wither in the light of the moon.
Flames of eternity.
Ignited by the spark.
Of our beating hearts
Rejuvenated by love.
Not for another.
But of self-restoration.
Drowning the sorrows of regrets.
Clean the past from your hands.
Let it go…
Strength from within.
The foundation of the soul.
Watered, nurtured, and given light.
Grounded with strength.
Blooming with colors.
Of unspeakable beauty.