Loving |The True Self

My love,
What are you staring at,
Ain't you the one,
My love,
A glance inside you,
Until you fall in love,

What I implore may be dangerous,
But,
Ain't it compelled,
Before loving someone,
You need to behold,
That heart and soul,
That's,
Untouch and pure,
Acquire before someone perpetrators.

Dear,
You all you crave,
In contentment,
Your smile,
reach your lips,
In despair,
Your tears,
Escort your eyes,
What are you starting at,
Ain't you the one.

What is there to uncover,
When you,
Retain pieces and self,
Compile them,
And,
Divulge yourself,
Cherish and embrace,
Get lost,
Till you reveal,
Succeed with a smile,
Look it's there all you covet.

Oh! My,
Peep at one,
Caressing herself,
Didn't I confided you,
You are the one.