All her flaws, all her scars;
To him, didn't really matter.
But although he felt her pain,
He knew he still would love her after.
All he wanted was her,
In all her truest form;
Love her with all he had,
Even if she was a storm.
To love her unconditionally,
Was all he could ever do;
And because she too, had truly loved him,
He knew they could make it through.
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PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.