He Loves Me, He Really Loves Me
My heart was one of darkness,
pain all consuming.
Scars standing out,
as if to mock me.
I was delivered a blow I
had been waiting for,
one that was going to shatter me.
But when I was hit,
it didn't hurt as bad
as I thought it would.
And my dear,
it's all because of you.
You turned my heart of darkness
into one that began to let the light
in once again.
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