b The Joy of Being Me

 

So happy to be me,  

Holding, carrying, being the spark,  

Nothing else to do but come into you,  

For bringing forth a smile and impressing my style.

If I could paint a picture, it would be present, an enjoying figure,  

Holding onto curves that shake me topsy-turvy,  

Buttering up, you know, the mountains and the hill,  

Watching for the Niagara Falls chills.

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In the essence of being, I flicker my joy,  

A sparking light all to enjoy.  

Simply being, in love with life,  

Bringing smiles, easing strife.

If I could capture this moment in art,  

It would be a figure, a beating heart.  

Romancing the curves, the twists, the turns,  

In every movement, my passion burns.

Mountains rise, hills take form,  

In your presence, I feel the warm.  

Butter smooth, the journey flows,  

Through peaks and valleys, the river goes.

Niagara's rush, the chills, the thrill,  

Drop by drop, I drink my fill.  

For in this life, with all its bends,  

My find I peace, where love ascends.

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This chapter radiates the joy of self-expression and the pure light of being oneself. The playful imagery of curves, mountains, and Niagara Falls captures the dynamic nature of life and love. The chapter reflects a deep appreciation for the present moment, where joy, passion, and the thrill of existence are celebrated, making it a vibrant and lively addition to my poetic journey.