Curls

Curls overwhelm me 
with poetry and passion
the strangled me
Caught in my nose ring 
Smile at the thought of 
The intensity of true love 
And wanting me 
Than the transient ones
Who belittled you
For mediocrity!
My curls are worth more
To nestle in it
Is something yet more

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