Don’t misunderstand me,
Find notion to give me trust.
To you I would exist,
See all to encompass.
It’s not me wearing rags,
So view this guise on me.

To see is to grow elevation and realize how much love I have to give.
Please see I don’t deserve this.

Don’t assume what I’ll say,
Disallow vagabond of the ears.
You’d know my terse kindness,
If only you would pay attention.
I don’t make inclement sounds,
Listen and hear beautiful truths.

To hear is to gain inclination to remove all of your ignorance.
Please hear me, I don’t deserve this.

Don’t imagine the feeling,
I cannot hurt a yearling.
You can stop numbing,
Give a touch of talented order.
It’s not me looking up,
I’m the hub of all that you judge.

To feel is to use the mind as a receptacle so it shows you my true
affection.
Please feel, I don’t deserve this.

Please, just stop judging me,
Stop living in your sepulcher.
You would be much smarter,
Stop swimming in a gulch.
You’d know you are my pain,
So taste my teardrops.

To taste is to straighten up and open your eyes to my tenderness.
Please see I don’t deserve this.


 
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