His heart was weary
And full of thorns
walled by stones and mortar
So she learned to love him softly
Like the kiss of a butterfly
Or a sweet July rain
And her love trickled in
Through the cracks he didn't know were there at all
She filled him up
Until even the thorns
And the stones
And all the broken places inside him
Grew to love her
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