A beautiful thick satin cloth,
Embracing itself into a folded hug,
By pushing a string forward,
And pulling the other backwards.
By a gentle force of harmless power,
Surely It does take time and effort,
Of Blissful soft tender hands,
To get it to embrace itself.
Wanna be that hand of love?
Wanna be that pillow of knots?
Wanna be a bond maker?
After pulling up it comes,
A pretty figure with equal sides,
Round, pink and shiny it was,
This is what I wear day after day.
A bow of embrace, A bow of love,
A bow of bonding , A bow of beauty.
I graces me with beauty and elegance,
In true harmony with my inner self.
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