It can be said
"We only hurt the ones we love,"
And that is true.
Others may harm us
But if they don't love us
Or we them
'Tis but a scratch, a sting.
But those we love
If they cause us harm
'Tis a mortal blow,
Sometimes a fatal wound.
So while I may be able
To absolve Little Miss Chatterbox
Or ignore Little Miss Nosy
Or laugh at Little Miss Bossy
It is Little Miss Sunshine
Who breaks my heart
Into a million pieces
Because she was the one
Who had brought Light
Into my world, i.e. Love.
And when she hurt me
T'was a mortal wound
A fatal blow
She didn't need a reason.
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