Love is 4C
Densely packed, tightly coiled and fiercely protective of the jewel I guard
Why would I allow just anything to comb through?
You must match my strength, compliment my nobility
Do you have the strength? Better yet, do you have the knowledge?
From week to week I proclaim new levels of brilliance. Glistening with the anointing of all things essential
The fool looks at me and says my height is my everything
But that’s shrinkage and when stretched, the sound is deafening
Aqua’s my refresh, whole in every state
Neither difficult or basic, fear will not compensate