I want to be beautiful.
Like roses in a bunch,
Like Christopher’s during brunch.

I want to be soft.
Like cashmere against my skin,
Like silk moving freely in the wind.

I want to be happy.
Like children after school,
Like carpenters with a new set of tools.

I want to be everything.
Like you are to me,
Like you would always be.



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