Tough Love
Because I love you, she said
I will run to you when you are running low
A flood of tears, a hug of embrace -
Carried like a bank ready to give grace
Though she should love me not
She loves me more
My pricks and thistles are but a sore
When she sees my trophy her eyes light up
Without a tint of envy
Her eyes glisten along with her pearly smile
Though her phrases are bitter
They make me stronger
She opens my eyes to the
Brokenness of the world
As to prepare me for
What’s to come
I will do these things, she said
Because I love you
I love you.