She walked by daily
Head covered and bowed
Strides timid but sure
I wondered endlessly,
How ugly the scars she hid were
And how she got them
So I got closer
Willing her to show them to me
To trust me
But I could never have been prepared
For the truth I uncovered
You see, hers was the fairest face of all
She had no visible scars to hide
She only covered and hid herself
For fear that her damaged soul would be seen
And her battered spirit would be further broken
Those scars,
They were the ugliest
They were on the inside
And her words were
'A souvenir from love'
With a smile that made my heart
Even as her tears, broke it
So I got closer
Willing her to show them to me
To trust me
But I could never have been prepared
For the truth I uncovered
When will you be prepared to unveil it to her?
Souvenir from love it is...Happy Valentine
Wounds of the heart hurt more than physical injury
I had no idea you were good in poetry. I love poems and this nice sweety
Thank you so much ma'am. Yeah I have done a lot of poem on steemit already. Nice to have you here.
😢Oh God! Can I just buy this poem 😢😢. You are so damn good
Thanks dearie😉
I'm not usually into poems but this is great. I'll be coming around for more :)
Please do come around as I promise to keep it flowing.
A souvenir from love
With a smile that made my heart
Even as her tears broke it
I love this piece
Simply beautiful
This is cool
Thank you mike
U welcom
zizymena... 'A souvenir from love'- i think we all have our shares. Nice poem
Yeah we do. Thanks a lot for stopping by
Lovely poem zizy
Thank you so much sir
Nice write up