She carried
her endowments comparable to laced lingerie
Taste
your words before you speak, she said
Like hail,
she fell from heaven’s gate
Showed
that, forgiveness is a piece of self-love, Fate
The stars
lit up, when her vibrations rose
She wears
the cosmos as her clothes
Way too
fixed for the unsure
Deja
vu, because she has been here a long time before
Her visions,
kept her authenticity sincere
Fueled
with virtuous purposes, she moves cautiously, my dear
Allowing
to become fully existing of poetry
Don’t hurt
yourself, with your own expectations, just Notice Me
She sang
to the stars and galaxies about you
She even
has the universe to carry it through
Breathing passion to
alleviate the nightfall
Deeper in essence
she wears her influences as her sacred shawl
She carried
her endowments comparable to laced lingerie
Taste
your words before you speak, she said
