His Song
They left us
Oceans stretch for miles
No food, no shelter
Only the clothes on my back
and something else
My sweetheart
I love him.
When we touch
My hair stands on end
He is soft, and inviting
He never makes me feel
Like I am anything less than beautiful
Perfect, I am the only one he sees
And when I'm overcome with sorrow
And everything goes downhill
He sings to me
His calming song
Sends shivers down my spine
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This poem is about:
Me