Battered, beaten, betrothed
with a doury destiny
belittled, belted, blindfolded
with no Vision.

You came

Untied, unblinded, unfurled
my withered wings,
you gave me strength
you taught me to soar


Painting Love

Some people paint love purple,
some people paint love blue,
but if I was to paint love,
you'd be it's hue



The End

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