Reserve your beauty to yourself.
Or let it fly free like a bird being hunted for food.But not food for filling the stomachs, but for fulfilling their lusts.
Reserve it for the one you are keen to adore,
Or let the world fill you up with compliments till your heart turns cold.What good will searching for love be then,
If your heart has no space left for kind words your loved one holds?
JE LEEST
You Who Knows Least
PoëzieA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.