and open-toed shoes
She does not know who she is.
full of love
but throws it all to romanticism
I have the utmost hope for her.
she gives it up
before she understands
Ignorance can be bliss temporarily.
a heart ever broken
gathers strength over time
Inside her rests the heart of a lion.
worn to softness
by the churning tides
Soon she’ll learn how blessed she really is.
the goddess resurrects
time and again
She’s the golden essence of feminine beauty.