Love & You.

There was a young man 

of

Whitehaven,

who

never understood

why

in his brightness

he could never rid the 

blues.

His fingers were getting out of hand

so

he kept them in his pockets.

Yet they continued swelling.

Now,

they were showing.

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Those who were near

could not help but

drew nearer.

They wondered and touched

the young man's fingers

but quickly,

they were scarred

and

disturbed.

The young man of Whitehaven

was sorry

but could never quite express

the reason

of the claws,

that were getting out of hand.

It's not possible to hide them anymore,

so he let them hang;

as long as they're far

from scarring another man.

He lived on with

heavy hands,

which left him little strength

to walk with others as before

and

love himself again.

He had forgotten

all else

for all he could see

were his hands.

In his blindness

 I saw

Love

went wherever he went.

She surrounded

the young man of Whitehaven

until

he noticed her;

Love became him

and

he became Love.

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