Let her be
My heart sings many songs,
not particularly for someone,
My heart
bleeds and grieves,
tries to
find a solace,
Not
necessarily so in someone.
She does
that for it is her nature~
She
blossoms when she finds an expression,
to pour her
devotion, her infinite affection
She's
desirous and jealous, insecure and fearful,
Vengeful
when broken,
But with
every pain she grows
Warm and
fuzzy, filled with kindness and reverence,
Don't ask
her to change, for it will be futile,
How can
She? that is her innate nature~
Lovely
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