In the mirror, I see the first seed sown.
A tender glance, a touch so kind,
My skin, my soul, intertwined.
I cradle the curves, the lines, the glow,
In this embrace, I truly know—
That love begins where I begin,
In every inch, beneath my skin.
Each pore, each scar, a whispered truth,
Of strength, of grace, of endless youth.
For in loving me, I bloom anew,
A world of love, reflected through.
With every cleanse, with every care,
I write a story, pure and fair.
Amor gignit amorem, it starts within,
In loving my skin, I let life in.