Why do you love me, I ask.
What do you see in me?
Am I worth all that you risk?
Am I who you think I am?
I don’t know myself anymore.
I was once a young girl with dreams.
Today I am a spectre of her
And am being revived from the dead.
You will never truly fathom
what you stand for in my life
you are my heart, my love, my life.
You are oxygen and more.
I had chloroformed my feelings;
Kept them in limbo for posterity.
You uncorked them and brought them to life,
Rejuvenated, revived, renewed me.
Now give me time to find my form
To come to life yet again.
Give me love and accept me
Walk by me through my days.
I am as if Reborn.
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