Loving Pain
She looked at me with brightened eyes.
As if every word I spoke was such a sweet surprise.
In my weakened state she catered to my wounds,
Stopped the bleeding the best that she could do.
Hoping upon healing with her I'd choose to stay,
But instead I saved my strength and chose to fly away.
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