The love portrait

Her wounds were hidden behind the creases of the shirt,

as if silky arms had got no marks of inconsideration,

when she turned aside the creases of the shirt,

and showed the roses and tulips of grief,

those were the adorations of love portrait,

which she etched upon her skin like words are etched on book,

that name of yours my beloved!

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