My lover dear,
I have many stories to tell you
from my past and present.
Would you Love me
with all my stories?
Would you love me
when you see my scars
deep down in my heart?
Would you Love me,
as I am now at present,
raw perfectly deficient,
poor, insufficient and faulty?
I promise you a world of beauty
if you accept me as I am now
imperfect, inferior and inadequate.
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