My silky locks are filled with Love,
colored from the Sun.
Once a tangled mess,
now every strand is worthy.
Your nimble fingers intertwine,
with expert precision.
We become two stars;
too bright to share the same sky.
Maneuvering a-Capella,
leaving tracers to deflect the in-coming.
My Satin braids are filled with Love,
colored from the Sun.
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