To Touch

To touch me at this moment
Would be much too painful to bear
Everything in my heart
Would no longer be a secret
For you would see me as I am
An open window into my soul
Would be yours to look into
Be gentle, even in your quiet
I can be caused pain
Don’t take my love for granted
It hurts, when the one you love
Is callously dismissive of your feelings.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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9:51 pm
10-13-06