Loving Who I Am Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loving Who I Am



Slamming doors shut on life for awhile, tired of all
the turmoil and strife,

Then you walk into the room and everything is alright,
as you begin talking to me of your unconditional love.

Telling me how much I mean to you personally, what a
difference you make in my life!

Hearing your soothing, loving voice touch my heart,
so gently and totally loving me for who I am.

Sunday, December 20, 2015
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