The sadness of scars

For a change this week I have written a short six verse poem

Unblemished when we were born
Soon our flesh is cut and torn

To our mothers we do run forth
Crying out for all we are worth

But soon wounds are just normal fair
We proudly show our scars with flair

But it is marks and scars unseen
That linger long and are so mean

The ones that hurt the heart so much
The loss of love the loss of touch

And so it is this time of year
I wish once more that you were here

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What love really is

Oh you

Precious one

How can I save you

From the senseless and cruel?

Their thrill to hunt you down

I would fill your empty heart

Reveal myself to you, a friend

I'll not dabble with your feelings

But walk that hallowed ground

What skill, what art do I need to learn?

My blast of true affection will surely win you

To prove I am not shallow like the others

Those that have stained and betrayed your trust

You have had your whack of all that hurt

I want to be the centre of your life

To help you unfold, to bloom

To have a great purpose

To give you hope and

Know what true love

Really is