in the beauty of her youth i see
myself as i could have been
had only i known the lessons
life has taught me written
in the scars upon my flesh
my soul, my heart, my eyes
blind to everything but my own need
to be cherished, wanted, desired
what is more important
to be loved or have your love
accepted by another sheltered
warm, safe, embraced
in her eyes i see reflected
me, myself, I am
old now, tired, never to be
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