To the one who I will marry.

Loop-style poetry.

It hurts to know that they were your world but you were not theirs.

Freedom is not a privilege, but a right. But freedom has its limits and can only be attributed to good, so that life can be sustained beneficially within the purview of a person’s needs and necessities, as well as nationally and internationally.

Poem.

About a girl before I was even with her.

Sometimes, we are all stirred up, to move from where we are, to where we want to go, trying to find a new horizon.

Our essence entwine,I am forever yours.

This piece embraces the true essence of Womanhood.

Bring back the loving feeling.