The way he loves me

There are no

diamonds

There are no

boats to sail;

I know his

pocket’s empty;

yet his heart I know won’t fail.

the voice that

no one knows

that screams to

those outside.

The world

misunderstands

the quiet voice he hides:

Most think of him as lost

most think of him as poor;

some even ask

what I see in

him at all.

Have you ever been left I ask, have you ever been hurt?Has anyone ever broken you;

never feeling a mere remorse.

He voice is loud,

his ways

somewhat harsh;

but the way he loves me…..

Oh…

I wish the world

could have!

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