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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—

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