The grotesque face permanently disfigured
with a frown, the gnarled lip always contorted
into a snarl, the fist that is so clenched that
wounds never heal to become scars,
they are the plight of the ones who hate.
Love is no pain, only a smile, a twinkle in the eye,
an open hand ready to help, the gentle reminders
of loves come and gone, a love that is now and forever
a gentle impression on ones heart.
Love is being covered with invisible scars.
Love is helping someone love themselves.
ME and the Boss