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~




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