The pain from you, is still too new. It's hard to describe the love I gave to you; because you have already started anew. It's not your looks (although they were easy on my eyes), it's the way you smiled that made up for all of the lies. Your body was my temple, raw. . .and beautiful too; it's easy to see how the Earth shaped you. When you touched me, with your soft hands, I could still see the reminisce of blood and dirt from the all times you were once hurt. We had a connection--no doubt, but something changed, and now she's all that you're about. You stole my heart, and refused to return it, but just know- I always thought you deserved it.