The soul has much to say
Whatever is you...(Redux)
Clouds
growing
darker
Fists
of
irrelevance
pounding
against
her psyche
She cries
without
tears
Standing
tall
against
the wind
of his
brutality
Closing
my
eyes
Seeing
what
she feels
His rage
be
a flame
My compassion
be
an inferno
Trembling
shivering
refusing
to bend
to his
carnage
Her soul
mirrors
my own
Soft
tender
inquiry
Do my
bruises
offend you?
descends
from
her lips
Am I
still
beautiful?
falls
from
her eyes
The cloak
of
love
I drape
across
her shoulders
Soft
kisses
to remove
the sting
of
her wounds
Picking
her
up
in
my
arms
Relief
from hell
on earth
Putting
her
that much
closer
to
Heaven
My words
seal
our fate
Your hurt
is now
my own
Your
heartache
has found
a home
in
me
Whatever
makes you
cry
Whatever
makes you
humble
Whatever
brings
a smile
to
your
face
Whatever
is
you
is
me
too
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Whatever is you...(Redux)
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