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She wears, with great honour, the scars of my battles She’s cared for my mind since my body came home. She’s held my hand gently when I’ve become rattled She’s succoured my heart more times than I’ve known. She’s seen me fight demons and the ghosts of my war She’s been along side me through all the terror I’ve seen. She’s convinced me to live when life I wanted no more She has experienced a hell to which I’ve never been. She’s tended my wounds with the firmness of true love She’s provided me solace throughout all of my pain She’s fought every conflict with strength from above And she has done this for me all for love, not for gain. ©Anthony W. Pahl 24th March 2001 |
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