In shadows cast by words unkind.
I see the hurts I have left behind.
With anger's flame, I lost my way,
And turned bright love into shades of gray.
You are not evil; that I know,
But in my rage, my heart was slow.
I spoke in haste, with no regard,
And now I'm left with feelings marred.
Forgive my tongue, that sharpest blade,
For love should bloom, not be afraid.
I cherish you, your gentle grace,
And long to see a smile on your face.
Here I stand, my heart laid bare,
With hope that you will still be there.
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