I want to write the way an Olympic athlete leaps into the air. Jumping with full force into the next dominion, with reckless trust, and a determined stare.
I’m not telling you that your beauty is fleeting to startle you. I simply want to ask you one thing. When the day comes that you lose your youth, will you also lose the affection that was once in your lover’s tone?
Listen closely as I dance, and scream, nothing but these words shamelessly: “I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself, I love myself! Did you hear me? I’ll say it again! I love myself! As many times, as I want! As many times as I need!”