First Real One
You are a virgin though? No. A virgin? No.
Pure vials of rose oil is all I see,
Rose oil easing out of my pores,
Only to come back. To me.
The one who made, who initially became them.
Who gave them away. Wait, no. No.
Who not only wants but needs them back.
Wait, yes. Yes.
For I did not know all along the oil was in my soul.
I can share so easily because it is constant.
No more fear.
This love is no longer a burden.
No longer must I keep my attention on grasping on to it.
The rose oil in my dark soul with helps others rose gold glow.
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