Painfully,

But happily

She watched him.

 

Never

Questioning

Why she loved him.

 

Bruises,

On soft skin

Reminders of him.

 

But,

Never once

Did she hate him.

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Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.