Cut you to the bone
And leave you askin’ for more.
I’ve heard the tears of desperation,
Seen the sorrow of love undying.
I’ve seen the lovers’ quarrels
That leave you with a bruise
And an excuse.
Apologies of love for being the victim.
I’ve heard love expressed,
In slamming doors and broken glasses.
I’ve seen love
And felt it firsthand in a painful smack to my skin.
Oh, I know your love,
But it won’t tear me down.
Not me,
I’ve known your love,
And it lets me
Look forward to mine.
Age 16