By J. Marques
For all that you have given me,
I can return but love. For you
bound up the wounds I did not see
and gave me hopes and passions new.
I can return but love for you,
whose unmoved faith my heart did move,
and gave me hopes and passions new,
And loved me till I turned to love.
Whose unmoved faith did my heart move?
The mother of my heart, not blood,
who loved me till I turned to love.
And I became the soul I would.
The mother of my heart, not blood,
Bound ups the wounds I did not see.
And I became the soul I would
for all that you have given me.
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