To be stolen from, but to hold no grudge
To bear the sores and scars, yet think no more of where they came
All fear disposed
So eager to exert again
Nonsensical it seems, but willingly
You'd give it all again.
To be given eyes to see
You were not stolen from at all,
But were shown the base of love.
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