By Damien Knight
May I see your face
Might I hear your voice
Inside I plea for a place
That your heart hears me
Am I unwanted, undesired
Is my skin repulsive love
Has our love expired
Please My heart it burns
My love is hot to touch
The soul it’s mate yearns
I’m here let me see you again
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