Love Harmed

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Love in lowly places sit,

My heart 'twill bleed with pain,

Unforgiven what you did to it,

Ripped apart in wax and wane;

With haste made way,

You took what you thought was yours,

Then you left me away,

To reopen my gores.

From me you took what love I could give,

Just to show that you were of them;

Always having it to relive,

So then I would be the one to condemn;

I thought you were an apostle,

Until you became stricter;

But now in it my life you won't jostle,

For I now will come out the victor.

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