Once

You can’t see me until you think I am beautiful

You can’t touch me until you believe I am sexy

You can’t hear me until you clear your head of all that's on your mind

You can’t ever taste me until memories of once sweet kisses have tired 

And are forgot!

Until your body is bathed off every odor,

No scent of mine will linger in your thoughts, on your body or in your presence.

These are the rules to which you abide:

The simple conditions to be a part of my life.

Tired of a love that only she knows and understands

And sick to her stomach in want of it.

She writes

Promises to never compromise her confidence or betray her heart or abuse her body

Hurt because of a pain that scars her alone

She prays that from every home

No more are bred to cause her grief, distress and weaken her once secure and steady form

Angry and ready to bolt

Fearful yet seeking confrontation

Crazy and playing it cool

Yet shaking and falling to her knees in the face of a sneering opponent

Ruined and in need of a remedy

Alone and in need of company

Shattered and in need of repair

Yet sinking in this punishment

She is beautiful

Yet finding it hard to believe;

Having never felt it.

Few people around, are grateful for her presence

Fewer still seeking her attention 
and on attaining it are so quick to disregard it.

She is fun

And hoping the laughs are not directed at her

Of course not,

"She is worthy of the finest cut of diamonds

She deserves to walk on a lake of rubies

She ought to bathe with sparkling Chardonnay"

As one suitor claimed

Sticking by his words

As well as he stood by her

Like a leech, until the blood-sucker was full!

Whether she is insecure or hopeful or even fails ………………

She just wants to be treated as beautiful as she feels

Before this feeling fades into abstract art

Just once

One man’s manner to mirror her worth

She knows her worth

Just wants to feel it

Else she may forget.

My worth again is Jesus’ death on the cross for me

 (TN)