What Do You See
.Hold my hand,

touch my cheek.

Look into my heart,

take a peek.

What do you see..

flowers and sun?

With my heart

could you take off and run?

Do you see love

and tenderness there?

Will you leave,

or know me if you dare?

Please be tender

when you enter my heart.

If you must go,

be gentle,

so as not to rip it apart!





Written by:
S. Matheson
7/22/2003