Love Yourself


I'm at the edge of the mystical hole
Vulnerable,
Willing to fall
I can hear my heart kissing my soul
I'm in love
With myself
I can see butterflies stripping in gardens
The earth
Is on his knees
With his two hands holding the golden ring
He is proposing the moon
I will sing
I will cry
Tomorrow is the wedding day
Yes, priest
I am my one true love,
For now

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