Dove
The dove is a symbol of purity and beauty
She thinks he is mocking her…
She is not pure or beautiful
Her purity stolen
Her beauty sliced away
Yet he still calls her dove
Sees her scars
Knows her past
and still calls her beautiful
Maybe one day she will be able to look and
see herself as pure again
beautiful despite her scars
despite her past
Maybe one day she will see
that she can be his dove.
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