The Magic of a New Year

I open my arms to embrace you,

Honoured, although apprehensive,

How did you arrive again, so soon?

I smell your perfume,

And gently kiss your velvet skin,

I remember your soft, warm breath that brushed across my face.

I see your huge arena, overflowing with possibilities,

I acknowledge the warmth of your breasts,

I wish to accept the gifts of opportunities you lovingly parade,

You return my hold, and you return my gaze,

As you look into my eyes, you affirm and reassure me,

And so I encompass and cherish your infinite power.

I am now clothed with an ancient power,

Prepared to wage war with your hidden storms,

As I commence a new battle with fear, I stare at its treacherous face.

As I buckle myself with a shield of courage,

This new lap that I have endured many times before,

And countless burns from the intensity of its fires,

I’ll arduously climb the steepest of mountains.

I am afraid, but audacious

Prepared to scream victory at the highest climax of every new song,

I am here, this is me, this is now.

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