Love Deprived, Unexpectedly Revived
My tears are like fire,
they burn down my ruined face.
Leaving a trail of lost desire,
Can they be diluted by grace?
I'm awake, yet dropping dead in sleep.
My blood has dried hard in my veins.
My soul is chained captive; it silently weeps.
Who will my heart take and gain?
Who are 'they' to tell me
That I am shattered and lost?
I know I'm less than I should be.
Joy was once what I sought.
My ears choose what to hear.
My lips speak of wanted lies.
Finding the truth of me is what I fear.
My heart once searched, but no longer tries.
My eyes look at my horrible reflection.
The mirror suddenly obliterates.
Shards of pain hit me with rejection.
Cuts deep; bloody tears it creates.
"Is my soul of worth?" Is the question my mind formulates.
My life shall I viciously take??
I jump, praying to end my self hate.
His arms wrap around me before its too late.
He pulls me in; a warm embrace.
His love is the only air I breathe.
My pain he has erased.
I lay beside him to feel my heartbeat.
It makes a beautiful rhythmic sound sound,
His is matching the pace of mine, now new.
He lifted my soul which was once down.
This love I feel is absolutely true.
He successfully fulfills my needs.
Compassion he continuously shows.
My heart he can rapidly read.
He understands me, that I know.
He is gentle and kind.
Him I deserve not.
This love, where did I find?
Comfort and peace he has brought.
He held me during the dark storm.
The waves no longer crash against me.
He knows I have been worn.
He completely revives me.
He accepts me as I am; a beautiful mess.
I look in the depths of his pure eyes,
I feel joy in my once vacant chest.
All my self loathing instantly dies.
I feel complete and utter redemption.
I didn't think it was possible to feel this way.
When his arms are around me I feel freedom.
Right beside him I will forever stay.
He is mine and I am his.
This is one amazing bond of love.
If I know one thing, it is this:
No one will ever love me like he does.
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