Thursday, March 22, 2012

chameleon

It isn't me, it's really you, you are responsible for what you see. Being with you transforms me into the woman you see. Your touch softens my skin. Your eyes see me beautiful. I come alive when you are near, no longer gray I become rosy with life and love. Like a chameleon I blend in with my surroundings, you surround me with the colors of love.

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