"A Lover's Scars"

The wounds may heal but they never truly do,

These wounds look as though they shall not fade,

And this does not seem particularly untrue,

We are in a war of love it is protrayed,

Never shall I let a blasted wound victor,

But I feel the untold destruction upon me,

Although I know we are a the process of a love war,

A lover that has cupid on a shooting spree,

I desire that I never sought or touched thou,

For I wish I could stop my unstoppable love,

Because my love will not change as it will not allow,

My lines to be left untold that lie above,

I hope the wounds are forgiven but naught,

These wounds will not take back what they have wrought.