I have scars on me, from my head to toe so vile to behold
No man could stand to lovingly hold me as his passion burns for release
Not for the disfiguring nature of my scars or the pain it bares to feel embraced
When I am looked upon and others see me beauty and grace in my vessel that holds
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The right man, would undoubtably understand, and hold you in grace, loving you unconditionally, and if you backed away into your secret world, he would wait for you to accept his love... until the end of time for the angel he loves. Simply Beautiful! ! ! ! -Kelly.
awwwwww! Kelly that was a beautiful comment and a poem in itself.