The teardrop glittered brightly,

As from here eye it fell.

Her heart was crushed and broken;

Her life a living hell.

No one loved this lonely girl.

She wished that she could die.

There was no one to tell her not to,

Or even to tell her why.

Then a voice was heard to say,

"I love you. Didn't you know?

I shed my precious blood for you,

Because I loved you so.

I was hated, cursed, and beat.

But, I did it all for you,

So I could carry your burdens

And love you the way I do."

 Claytia Doran
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