SELF-ROMANCE.

In the world that's beautiful,

I do add a beauty

Of heart, mind, and, might.

Bare feet dancing

On the grass, green and bright.

On the days, breezy,

when my flocks blow

I wipe them off my face,

Affectionately, the time goes slow.

On the days that follow,

I shall save myself,

from words that are hollow,

if not, I learn to thrive.

If only had I known before

how limitless is my world inside,

I'd never have wandered so aimlessly,

finding the tenderness I have in mine!