You love your own
breasts as nearly all
women do; you’re
proud of their soul
power and of the
gifts they bring to you.
Because you so love
your breasts, I love
them, too.
Or maybe there are other reasons.
You love your own
home as nearly all of us
do, you’re proud of the
antique chairs, the
gilded portraits and walls,
the flowers in the blue glass vases.
Because you so love
your home, I love
it, too.
Or maybe there are other reasons.
You love the world as
only you can; you’re
proud of your creations
in their individual
splendor.
Because you so loved
the world, I love it
too.
Or maybe there are other reasons.
Other reasons.
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