Please, look in my eyes, as you do at my
breasts,
Please caress my soul, where the real me
rests,
Strum my heart strings & I shall sing
you a song,
Look at me, see me & you will never go
wrong.
I´m more than the curves, of your lost
lust´s path,
I´m more than the broom, that sweeps your
hearth,
I´m more than the sustenance, put upon your
plate,
Look at me, before our love has time to
turn to hate.
Please, touch my feelings, where my
sentiments lie,
Wipe the tears from my cheeks, before they all
dry,
Please listen to my voice, both in laughter
& in pain,
Look at me, long before our love leaves an old
stain.
Please look at me carefully, see the woman I
really am,
Just as when I look at you & I can see the
real man,
I´m more than an object, drudge & producer
of sons,
Behind my veil, I too bleed blood that is red
& runs.
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