angry eyes turned with words like knives,
twisted into soft skin cutting harshly.
the sorrow of suprise, the unsure footing
how quickly turned around and falling.
No trespass there committed and no fault laid,
my love is constant for your anger and sorrow,
they fall against it like water on rocks strong and unmoving.
with every harsh word spoken against my chest,
a seed is planted, and grows a deeper bond therein.
that strength smiling warmer, deeper than any angry word.
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