January 6, 2006
Bleeding Heart

My greatest desire in this world
Is for him to give me love.
I want nothing but tender treatment,
Born into a place of cruelty.
My past is all pain, favored by sorrow,
And somehow I have broken free.

Now when I look at my hands
I see stitches of golden love.
I feel my heart bleeding
Like the ones in the garden.
Love him.