my love

I survived your love,
You knocked the doors and moved in.
I survived the days of blooming flowers,
Your hugs and kisses bestowed on me.
You received the appreciation for loving the innocence.
your beautiful gestures carve me,
for next move in your arms my love.
My eyes hold the feelings,
My hands touch the deep skin.
I smell no love.
I read no love.
What you hold for me i thinkth is not love.
I love myself for being a women,
But i never survived an appreciation.
I demand those words from you my love.
Or grave me in your thoughts,when i am in your arms
"with love and some flowers my love".

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