Is it the undercurrent of pain
in my eyes that pull at you?
The blue that cries
or the green that speaks
" I am strong" I am strong"

Is it the way my hair
falls across these eyes that intrigue you?
a tiny attempt to block them
from those who care

Is it the way my back glows softly
in the moonlight, that make you want to hold me?
Showing you that I am vulnerable
but stubborn by turning away

Is it the way I bite my lip
when I am lost for words that make you
want to kiss me?
a small sign that I am human
and stutter over nervousness too

Just because you thinkI am beautiful
in my weak spots, doesn't mean I need you
to hold my hand
My vulnerablilty makes you desire me
but when I am strong will you still
long to hold the thorns on my rose?

Love me in my strengths
Love me in my faults
Hold me when its right
Give me space when I need air
Find the beauty that is me
in all of me.

Then as we lay wrapped,
in one another
your arms around me
my head on your chest
my hair fanned like a blanket on
quivering skin
Remember how you wanted me
when I was sad and frightened
and how you loved me when I was
intense and passionate
and let the beauty of all that is real
all that is mixed, melted, molded
into me, wash over you
and then just
love me