Monday, January 15, 2007

you to me

You to Me

You soothe my soul
As soft as a summer breeze upon my brow
You cradle me
As gently as when you held your firstborn
You see me
Without needing to turn your cheek
You hear me
Even when no words escape my lips
You love me
With every ounce of your passion
You satisfy me
Even though I ask for more

Copyright ©2002-2007 Melinda A. Napoletano

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