standing in your un-sheltered place
I strained till I could see your face
what is before and behind us
leaves not a trace
what could I have been thinking of?
I had been seeing things that were not there
but you welcomed me without a care
battered and bruised I arrived
my soul was broken, in a state of disrepair
what could you have been thinking of?
in our fairy tale house of make believe
I came to you, and you received
gentle kindness and compassion
were all I could perceive
what could we have been thinking... Love?
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