Women of the past have torn me apart,

Left with shattered soul and aching heart.

Left facing a world so cold and alone,

With emptiness of soul and a heart of stone.

Some may ask how I can be so shallow, so cold,

Why can't I trust those that I hold?

Maybe because I have been burnt in love's fire,

Burnt quite regularly by others' desire.

Now I have met someone so pure and sweet,

I find my defenses I will lower to greet.

I feel she could never aim to kill,

For she is also waiting to find love's thrill.

In the chasm of love she too has been scarred,

And now she looks for love long and hard.

Always checking for betrayal - deceit,

Searching out the feeling that can't be beat. 
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