How to love.
Love her
the way she deserves to be loved.
Love her
so purely, that the once barbed spurs
of her past,
are shorn by her own hands.
The sacred love,
that makes her feel so secure & serene,
it surges within her
blossoming & providing her the assurances,
that will embolden her to mature.
Emerging from your
soothing embrace a vibrant,
gleaming image of her
Divine self.
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