by Megan Shaw

Created on: November 12, 2009

I know you have heard this song before:

The song of love joy and evermore,

But this music is different as it's more mature.

I have lived through the hardships;

Hate fear and deceit have touched my core.

I have tasted the violence on my lips.

I have felt the trepidation with my fingertips.

Each tiny petal from the innocence blossom

Has fallen to the cold hard ground,

The result: my unclothed identity has been found.

I lay on the floor bitter and imperfect;

You take my hand and life you resurrect;

This is how I know our love is without shame.

We can make it through the stormy pain;

Constant during the thunder and the rain

And in the end I will only whisper YOUR name.

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