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As Tears ran down her doting Face
Another Bruise appeared
Her Love— her World— her Happiness
The one she held most dear
The Love for him extended far
She said in bloodied Faith-
This Love for him, I feel is true
These Words— showed all my worth
This Tale still lingers in the Air
For Love stands undefined
From birth, we’re told that Love is fair
A Beauty and then a Bride
There is no speak of Prejudice—
Or Negativity
This Word can morph in many ways
Shine Light and they will see—