Little had I known
How much I had to feel
Before I could understand
What love is about.
Years of disillusionment and pain
Nothing I thought I had gained
Yet I kept trying to believe
One day that understanding I would conceive
Journeys traveled in utter darkness
Nothing a beacon to bring me home
The scars worn under my skin
Closer to the truth might bring
If ever I understand
What it means.
Olivia L. Jardine
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