Loving Me Exactly
The rose stands strong
prideful and protective
Thorns cover its stem
Providing protection from the harmful:
the hands that can caress it
But the bud, the bud is light
and soft, and beautiful
The bud is the key
the center, the heart
Only it can be broken
and loved
Because of this, petals fall freely
they lay in the breeze
and drift like a gentle song
I am that petal, because
He knows exactly how to love me.
He holds my hand
when we walk
And he listens to my words
when I talk
His lips lay soft kisses on my eye lids
to take the tears away
His fingers caresses my stomach
to take the pain away
With his arms, he holds me tight
welcoming, allowing me to drift even farther
With his hands, he massages my feet
comforting me, after a long long day
On his knees, he prays for me
With his mouth, he sings to me
He feels me up with wisdom
and courage for the next day
He stays with me, no matter where I go
I speak his language
because he’s created mine
He’s nurtured the rose in which I’ve fallen from
And taken my thorns away
Leaving me with a gentle beauty
I flutter in his presence because
He’s the only one who knows
exactly how to love me
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