She wore her heartstrings on her sleeve.
That nearly brought her to her knees.
She tried to stitch them close to the vest.
The result was just a tangled mess.
Her tears flowed down like a raging river.
She held herself but still she shivered.
She tied her hardships with a little white bow.
Then he wore it proudly for all to know.
She was soft like a lamb with the heart of a lion.
Her soul celestial bound with Orion.
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