Love Me

Hug my curves like my clothes do.
Plant your lips on my forehead
and adore me for my mind too.

I am not beauty.
I am not brains.
I am both.
My thoughts are the thorns,
and my body is a rose.

My soul is one with my skin
like the sand is with the sea.
But before you touch anything,
you have to love all of me.

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