Love Me

Softly spoken words,
Echoing through my heart.
Passionate kissing my wounds.
Soothingly eroding my thorns.
Loving as sure as the sun,
Lingering as sure as the moon,
Shall exist my feelings, always for you.
Suffering among experiences that can not be exchanged.
Knowing you are my Romeo,
Yet I, not your Juliet.

by Michele Marie Nester

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