Beautiful

Can I still appreciate

the incorruptible beauty 

Of the hidden person of my heart

In their inconclusive judgment? 

Your truth will rest 

I am covered in beauty 

That which is not of my own 

You are altogether lovely 

Your hair like wool 

White as snow 

Wash me clean

Let me love You

For the way you fashioned me 

How would you treat me 

Why would you number each hair strand 

Can I love the way you made me 

Without being so afraid 

Of never achieving 

Standards You never set?

(23/3/21 | 22/11/23)