I know your wounded heart
It contains an awful mixture
Sorrow, anger, hate
A murder was committed there
Yet not by one of these
But by one so unpredicted
Honesty’s mortal foe
Your love died so softly
Smitten by the lie
Fragile in many ways
Hardened now you seem
You stomp at the only spark
Oh what have I created?
LH
10/1/13
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