Body covered in magnificent art
Body covered in magnificent art
Full of imperfections you do not love
Delicacy that now captured my heart
What is that sacred paint made out of ?
The paint that embellishes your body?
It compliments your bright gleaming soul
A bright spirit, yet it seems so calmly
Who would have thought that my heart it stole?
Although you loathe it that's why I chose it
To love the art that has ben created
Even though it is difficult to admit
Why do you tell me your body is hated?
Is it hated cause of what you have created?
Since you fails to realize you made it.
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