Fallible again

M Ella Rose Muse by P Karen Jones

How can I 
not fall
in love
with myself
and let my
hair loose?
So much of
tender beauty
fills every
cell of my body
and whispers
in my heart,
' life is fleeting
so love while
ye breathe;'
I haven't known
any other heaven
except the one
that fills me
with hope.