Call Me Pretty Poem by Emma Atkinson
Call Me Pretty
Call me pretty.
I know I'm not,
But if you say it,
I'll believe you.
Whisper my name
As you push back my hair.
I'll close my eyes,
And I'll know it's true.
Wait for me when I'm gone,
And hold me in your heart.
That's all I'll ever need,
All I'll ever ask for.
It is enough for me to know,
That maybe you feel the same.
Soul is pretty within and you feel this. Love shines within soul to give beauty in appearance.A lovely pome this is.
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2/21/2026 2:51:34 PM # 1.0.0
You have reached love with possession. You are pretty indeed.