Poetry

I
need him to embrace me,
Not
to scold me and snub me.
I
need him to open his arms so widely for me,
When
all the doors have been slammed in my face.
I
need him to believe in me,
not
to doubt me.
I
want him to guide me,
Not
to hurtfully criticize me.
I
want him to erase my pains
By
a soft touch, a tender look, or a comforting word.
I
want him to carry me,
When
my own pillars collapse.
I
want him to need me,
Because
he loves me.
In
return, he shall have my devotion and sacrifice.