Eternity is in love with the productions of time. William Blake

You are slowly letting him in.

I can do this

(You say to yourself)

He wants to see me.

The foibles I think

I wrap inside me

Instead litter my skin

Like an alphabet

Stitched on a quilt.

So I learn to give voice

To that which my soul

Requires to express:

All these mistakes I make

The wrong words

And the awkward step.

The little girl wants love

For being perfect.

The woman wants love

Because she welcomes in

Her mistakes

And offers them some tea.

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