To Love

It came soaked in tears
Covered in blood
And weighted by fears

It came fallen and broke
Alone and unsure
Clung only to hope

It came from a long, winding road
Lost and misguided
Yet, onward it strode

It devoured despair
And picked up the heart
That lied beneath there

It quietly crept into mind
Called itself “love”
And left “ugly” behind

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