sonnet 1

Your body is a poem why can’t you see
With all its pieces becoming one
A puzzle more beautiful than words can be
Growing as you go it can’t be undone

Every one exceptionally unique
But all being equally beautiful
For the perfect one we all will seek
But we are equivalent to be truthful

Like poems we are often misunderstood
Having deeper significance than shown
Imagine the world if we all could know
Then no poem would ever be alone

We can be dissected to elucidate
But we don’t understand that, it’s fate


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