She was just sort of thin.
Could hide behind a pin.
My love just seemed slim.
More like on a long limb.
An arrow came from her heart.
Just like a very tiny dart.
It spoke of her heart.
Under my skin it did part.
Her love grew like an infection.
There was no mortal rejection.
Now our life is full.
A love cancer, no bull.
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JESUS SAVES



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