It is my hand,
My hand that is painted
In scars from so long ago,
That you hold.
Scars from the battles I
Bravely fought for you,
Most I nearly died in, but I
Stood my ground and conquered all,
Just to keep watching you smile.
No matter how badly damaged
My body had gotten, it was
That same smile, that
Touched my heart
And made my body heal.
With my flesh as your shield
And my love for you my sword,
I know deep within my mind
That I wont always be by your
Side, so my heart to you I give.
Hoping that it may protect you
With the happiness that I
Share with you.
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one of my hobbies is writing poetry and so the journal will eventually, gradually grow
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