Because I love you, she said

I will run to you when you are running low

A flood of tears, a hug of embrace -

Carried like a bank ready to give grace

Though she should love me not

She loves me more

My pricks and thistles are but a sore

When she sees my trophy her eyes light up

Without a tint of envy

Her eyes glisten along with her pearly smile

Though her phrases are bitter

They make me stronger

She opens my eyes to the

Brokenness of the world

As to prepare me for

What’s to come

I will do these things, she said

Because I love you

I love you.