He touch my hair
And without judgement in
A quiet voice, “It’s beautiful”
He stroke my hair and I felt
No fear
He Love me as I am.
He comb my hair
And found each strands,
cucticle amazing
Cause he formed me
He smell my hair
And I felt his love
He stood still and i felt
his presence so powerful
that I Smile,
He take my hands
And whisper, “Let us dance!
Just the Keeper and I of my heart!”

Empress M.