An Extraction From Me
They say she is different from he, how could that be when she is an extraction from me? So what I see is a beautiful reflection out of me. Quilted, weaved and mend that stemmed from him.
How can I not love she, an extraction from he? If I cannot love she I simply do not love me. The life line that flow through me, my blood, my flesh the rib bone from me; if I hurt she then I destroy me.
She is the air, the breath of my life the pulse that rapidly beat through my veins. She is the want and need of my being, the cravings of my soul the reason God said man behold I give you she woman to hold.
Yes to say we have different walks of life, different to the eyesight, different to the sound of the ear, different in ways how our skin feels but when we love it should be identical.
They say she is different from he, how could that be when she is an extraction from me? So what I see is a beautiful reflection out of me. Quilted, weaved and mend that stemmed from him.
How can I not love she, an extraction from he? If I cannot love she I simply do not love me. The life line that flow through me, my blood, my flesh the rib bone from me; if I hurt she then I destroy me.
She is the air, the breath of my life the pulse that rapidly beat through my veins. She is the want and need of my being, the cravings of my soul the reason God said man behold I give you she woman to hold.
Yes to say we have different walks of life, different to the eyesight, different to the sound of the ear, different in ways how our skin feels but when we love it should be identical.
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