Tell me what I want to know – how my world will grow and shine.

Don’t tell me there’s too much in my way, slow down and take time.

Tell me I’m beautiful – striking and unique.

Don’t tell me beauty is fleeting and fades more each and every week.

Tell me I’m in your thoughts – each moment, every day.

Don’t tell me my thoughts are fragmented, I need more focus not play.

Tell me you know me – you hear my every plea.

Don’t tell me my grief is hormonal, my body betraying me.

Tell me the words I long to hear – that all will be okay

Don’t tell me the work to get there, at least not for today.

Tell me you love me – mind, body, heart and soul.

Don’t tell me love is trapped by a heart no longer whole.