Warts and All

Warts and all, you were fine

I loved you the same

Warts and all, you were mine

You loved me

When I told you each time

We all have warts

You thought me divine

You wanted to be loved

I was too kind

I gave you that love

You returned in kind

Until you didn’t

Warts and all, you were done

No need for my love

Warts and all, you thought them gone

They weren’t

But I told you each time

I see no shame in warts

You thought me blind

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