You were beat up, bruised, wounded, and far from perfect back then
Then I wished for God to take away pieces of me and stitch you whole again
And boy did you shine, ravishingly, into an art that enamored me
But you got so beautiful the heavens decided you're no longer for me
So only for a while, let me abhor you for the tears in the wake of your leaving
Because how could I ever truly hate the masterpiece I painstakingly made an effort in creating