Touch Me

Touch me, Feel me, Love me.

Behind your glasses I see

One who has to be

Gazing into my heart.



I know you hear none of the words

I speak to convince you,

None of the voices pleading

"Please believe me, for I am needing

You to want me, if I am to have you".



I plead for honesty.  I cannot read

What is in your eyes.

But, what is in your heart

Is brighter than ever,

Able to shine through your sunglasses

And illuminating my soul for you to see.

Just look at me.

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