Thou is blue, like the wholly sky,
Thou is white, like a pure light.
To wish to have such beauty is impossible,
To wish to have such instinct is to refuse to pleasure.
But I love my beauty and I love my soul,
I don't wish to love,
I don't wish to feel.
I love.
I feel.
Love who you are and you'll receive what you want.
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