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The Scar.
There was a mark upon her cheek,
Where many kisses had been laid,
A simple cure she did seek,
But nothing fell to her aid,
A lonely kiss upon her skin,
The symbol of loves retreat,
Drawing forth all from within,
Lust making her admit defeat,
This little token resting there,
Was from that man she'd never meet,
Sent to her upon a gentle prayer,
Upon a page, a little peek,
A tiny gaze into his heart,
The words he wrote at their peak,
That image of a kiss, on his part,
Closed her soul, she did not speak,
For this was the scar on her soul,
Causing her to become shy and meek,
Though he had achieved his goal,
He made her love him, made her weak.
