He wrote a song about his love for me
It was moving enough for me to walk over and squeeze his hand
I told him his beautiful words would stay in my heart forever
and the tune in my head,
He sang the song in a soft low tone,
Of his unadulterated , pure and ever lasting love for me
somewhere during the midst of his crooning
I spotted the bruises on my torso
Ouch! the gift of his love,
my butchered body..
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