I loved you ever patiently—
for months, gave you my heart devotedly.
But in all that time, could you ever tell
how fragile was that gift you held?
Every time I asked from you a little more,
I only wanted us as we were before,
when you knew well my heart was yours—
before it had those wretched scars.
Did you ever see how much I tried?
Or how often, grieving Us, I cried?
When you returned my gift—broken, bruised—
could I help my feeling used?
And still I cared too much to deal you blame;
I felt I must give myself that ugly stain.
I feared that in some way I'd failed—
let myself loose what loving you entailed.
But through my pain I'd waited patiently,
wishing you'd let me be yours devotedly.
When I gave you my heart, could you tell
how fragile was that gift you held?
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I wrote this last night during a very emotional momment. I was focused more on getting my thoughts onto the paper than really making a good poem, so it's probably not the greatest. I've edited it a little bit just to smooth out rhythm and punctuation, but I'm not entirely happy with it. I'd love to know what other people think of it.
