To my love-an open letter

My love,

I’ve given and given and trusted and trusted

I’ve sprouted such tears until my face rusted…

But darling…angel..love..my life

…my feelings twisted into strife.

So I do not bow, nor bend, nor lean

As I have light that springs serene

a smile that many have tried to confuse

for a weakling that is ready for abuse.

But I do not bow, or bend or lean

For I am honest, not obscene;

I do not shout, or hate or care

for your smile that seems a snare!

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