Its Her! ! ! Beloved Of Me Poem by sreelekha premjit

When tired broken and in despair
All I can think of is to snuggle into your arms
When joyous laughing myself silly
I long to have none but you at my side.

When you are called obese
I know how you hold me with ease
When you are labeled unkempt
I remember those taut veins on your hands bent.

When you are counted another failure
I think of your sweet heart so pure
When others turned their backs to me
I knew you would stand up to me.