How dare you look at her like that
Like a broken toy to pity
There is pain inside her heart unknown
Her burden is already heavy
Shame is not the tool of love
Love does not scream out our mistakes
It does not look down at him just because
He owns scars that he cannot erase
Love guides brokenness home to be healed
Love soothes every wound from your pain and despair
The wretchedness, crying and heart-torn-up loss
Can be replaced with the love that your sorrows had lost.