I was so undeserving, and yet
You were so relentless.
I pushed - you pulled.
I wept - you embraced.
I bled - you repaired.
I faltered - you shushed.
I stopped - you smiled.
I was a disaster, the worst of its kind.
And yet, you still had the audacity
To let me know that I was beautiful.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
