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Your form is borne

In a perfect storm,

Of atoms and neutrons

And within light particles,

Your form is borne

Upon all that is grace,

Wrapped in clothes

That clad you in leather and lace,

You’re a godess,

You’re a Queen

A warrior and a dream,

All that you are

It is inspiring to me,

Your athletic form

You’re beauty from your core,

Is all that I live for

And is what I adore.