Claim Me

Draped in lilac silk
I await you;
Could you love me?

Could you love green eyes,
soft flaming hair?
Warm arms and small hands;
soft lips whispering
your name in passion?

Claim me as yours;
take my heart
be one with me,
become my heart;
beat deeply within my soul…
claim me.

Could you love me…
…a little?

 

(Ella Kay)

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