Trace your fingers across lines of me
Slowly take in every part of what makes me
The woman I am today.
Breathe in the scent of me
Know me by the smell of my skin
Instead of by the look in my eye.
Fill every void with the love you posses
Guard every voice that distracts
Heal every wound in me
Given by anyone, at any point.
Trace my face with your hands
So you will know my soul
Without even setting eyes on me.
Love the whole of me
The smart pieces
The not so smart pieces
The ones intact
The ones that are broken.
Perhaps we can fix them