Take me for me is all I ask of thee
by Helen Marie Reese
Flesh of my flesh,
soul of my soul,
blood of my blood.
The beat of my heart
The sights my eyes can see
The blush in my cheeks
The path in my feet;
The flow of my hair
The wiggle of my toes
The laughter no-one knows.
The woman in me
and the woman I grow to be,
If you do not like what you see...
then you were not meant for me.