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Lover's Gaze

Have you ever paused to marvel at your reflection—not through mirrored eyes, but with the wonder of love-struck skies? To be star-struck by the essence of your being—the curves of your own landscape, the wild elegance of hair that dances across your face? This poem is a celebration of self-love, of seeing oneself not as an unfinished canvas but as a masterpiece worthy of adoration. It reminds us that we are as much a work of art as anything we create with our hands and that before anyone else, we owe ourselves the love and reverence we so deeply deserve.


Wanna make love to you...
Yeah, wanna make love to you...
Tired of seeing through mirrored eyes,
Craving the gaze of love-struck skies.

Glide fingers on that caramel skin,
Play symphonies as if a velvety violin.
Lose way in the maze of silky wavy locks—
Not confined to a predefined box.

Not scared to scale those mountain ranges,
Find the fountain of youth in those trenches.
Make the valleys feel the quake,
Not leaving it still like a quiet lake.

Flowing, moving, a wildfire’s hue,
Oh yes, wanna make love to you...

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