My love will change him, I said
In time, he’ll be mine, I pled
His heart all battered, bruised
My touch will heal him, I promised
Waking in the night, whispering words trite
In the wax light, poems of love we recite
Love stories of yore, we overwrite
Altering prose, our grammar contrite
Mindless arguments on each other, we implore
On the long walks, we so adore,
Change around the corner, I ignore
Forgetting the vows I made, before
The promises I made, he kept
On my tribulations, he wept
In discerning me he was no longer, inept
Unraveling my scrape while I, slept
Virtue of patience, he taught
To appease me, he wrought
I paused, I pondered, I thought
What afore, had I sought
His love had changed me, I said
Time was ours, I pled
My heart all serene, bare and spread
His touch had healed me instead
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