A year ago, I looked at you and swore to never be unhappy with you again.
Before, I looked in the mirror and I saw
a Face: unique, never beautiful
a Body: weak, too tiny for the warrior spirit within
a Child: for you were not the desired form of a woman
In Truth, you are
a Face: beautiful because of the love of Christ
a Body: torn, scarred by the ordeals of Life and perfect to house the warrior, although the war was not the one I trained you for
a Woman: for no child could endure the sorrows of losing her own child
a Soul: longing for what will be and reveling in the joys of the moment
{This post is my contribution to the SheLoves synchroblog. I would enjoy seeing your love letters.}
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