Look at you,
Ornamented with scares,
With imperfections written all over,
Yet, in a way,
So flawless.
The gleam on your smiles are so ageless.

Look at me,
Like a mirror on a wall,
Not minding the shattered edges
Show me all that love doesn't.

Look at your lips
So reddish and succulent.
Like the berries of Camelot,
I heard,
It blesses with eternal satisfaction.
Can I ?
Have one holy taste of it.

Look at you.
Gloriously endowed,
Dance for me,
That in my arms you'll shelter.
And find solace.
© Vela 💙