He Loves Her
He etched her name into his flesh. In Gothic font, with
curlicues, his arm read 'Mandy'. Each summer day his devotion true showed.
Below it, red and blue, Cupid's arrow pierced his vulnerable heart. The first
time, she smiled. He loved her, deep and true. Now each summer day she sees it,
the record of the heart she has bound to herself. He loves her. That is why she
is afraid.
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