The pain that rages, the cuts she makes, the burns I take, all point to care

When she laughs it brightens the sunlight, unlike when she is not there

Then I mourn, for she personifies the reason for existence and life

I would hate myself for hurting her, for ever bringing her to strife

I would only then have ever considered taking my own life

For her, for the one I do not wish as a lover, nor as a wife

For her that I care for, as my sister, as my closest friend

For her who my feelings will not twist or bend

Forgive me can you?MLady of Late

Perhaps you and me were fate?

Forgive me, for my care

When I am not there

Beside you

So true

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