She is Me

She was not born to amuse you or to be a muse for you,

She is Me.

She was not born to me tormented, humiliated or have her little hope disintegrated,

She is Me.

She was not raised to be cold and mean, she was born to be warm and loving, everything in between, She is Me.

She is lovely and divine, she should be treated with love and respect like fine wine,

She is Me.

She is delicate and soft, her aura will attract you, like a light to a moth.

Her beauty is intoxicating and refreshing, everything about her is breathtaking.

She is an Empress, who gets the job done, you’ll do anything for her, even if it's to walk from the moon to the sun.

She is everything that is supreme, and

She is Me.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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