In the realm of self-love, a tale to tell, Of a girl unique, in her own special spell.
She slays one bird with two stones, her aim so true, In life's challenges, she finds her breakthrough.
She chooses "yikes" over "sike," a twist so sweet, Adding humor to life's challenges she meets.
Time bends for her, in her world, so divine, "7 o'clock somewhere" in a world undefined.
With a pinch of her fingers, love's measurement, small, Yet, within it, infinity, love's grandest thrall.
She claims she's always right, never misspoke, In her self-love's embrace, a heart bespoke.
For in her uniqueness, she finds her grace, In self-love's mirror, she sees her own face.
This love she holds for herself, so profound, In every quirk and charm, she's love's own crown.
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Austin J. Knox
Passionate writer creating tales and crafting poems | Proud father of identical twin girls | Happily married | Sharing the beauty of storytelling and the joys of family.
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