Stained

Love’s scars, such exquisite markings;
Branded with a faded fine line stain,
you’ve taken me taken my heart;

Handle it gingerly this fragile heart 
it has become tender with markings;
Such emotion is known to stain;

Scabbed imprint of that bloody stain 
embellishes so splintered a  heart;
Always distracted by those markings;

Red ink markings stain your heart.

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