Wounded by one’s kiss, 
And broken by one’s lie, 
A worry of what I’ll miss, 
I fear of not being that guy, 
I wish to heal those wings…
And push away all these things
And cut away those strings, 
To stop all stress that clings…
I can forgive, I can forget, here my heart will stay, 
No amount of sin you’ve done can make me turn away, 
Let me be your taker, 
Place your trust in me, 
I know you may be hesitant, 
But you’ll see what we could be…                
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Nice poem. Rich in depth and imagery. Beautifully conceived. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.