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Written by Megan Carey | megan.carey_

My love is tender and warm

Sheathed in a coat of amber 

Soft to the touch, gentle at heart

Broken but mended, 

Scarred nonetheless. 

Perhaps if you had loved me for how I am

Rather than how you wanted me to be

You’d have seen the kindness behind my eyes

Through your cold and distant ones. 

You’d touch me with gentle fingers

And learn to hold me (All of me).

Love should be gentle and calm,

A garden being tended to, 

Growth sprouting from song. 

I can give, and give, and give, 

But only when you accept everything 

Will you be able to take. 

Flowers grow out of my words 

And they’re plucked out like weeds. 

You may trample them

And tear them up, 

But I still can plant more.