You

A poem for you.

I look into your eyes

And see through to your soul.

The compassion,

Love,

Heart,

And pain that encompasses you

Is bare; easily seen when one looks long enough. 

You embrace me,

Holding my head and pulling me closer. 

Being too short, I stand on my toes

Just to reach your shoulder. 

But I don't mind. 

Your soft, lush lips

Greet mine;

Spur of the moment 

yet entirely expected.

My jaw in the palm of your hand,

My hand intertwined with yours.

It seems I have found perfection.

But I stop and think.

I recollect on all the occasions when I have been just another girl.

Nothing more than an object to please your fancies.

It's no matter to you,

For that's the purpose of the woman-

To be an object of satisfaction.

Do you care as much as I do?

Do I cross your mind as you do mine?

Do you not see the pain that surrounds me?

Do you not love me as I love you?

Of course not.

Author's Note

Should I bring to his attention the conflicting feelings I possess?