Let Me..

Let Me.. short poem

Uploaded by Shawnlee Nath


You don’t have to love me,
Just let me love you…..as
Everything you are….and not…..

I walked your path knowing that you walk another,yet
it couldn’t stop me from loving you…

As I slayed yet another demon,I came to realize that in my own twisted way you are mine…..
And I am your’s….as long You want me…..

Nothing else exists when we hold each other…..
……atleast not for me…..

You look at me and read my eyes and I see raging storms in yours…..
Trying to decide….
You hold me tightly and every emotion in me overflows…..
Just don’t let go….
Even if you leave me….you can always find your way back to me…..
And in darkest hour….I’ll call to you….

Your room has become my sanctuary….
Where I can make you smile…..
Where you are close….

You….don’t worry….
Don’t have to love me as I do…..
Just…..
Let me love you…..
And don’t hold back from the love I offer…..

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