I personally relate this poem to two random incidents in my life. I’d rather have the readers have their own interpretation of the poem.
I’ve seen you in the dark
White, cold, aglow, afar
Flanked by all the stars
I’ve seen you unscarred
…
I’ve seen that round face
Anticipation, no trace
No wrinkles, no marks
I’ve seen you unscarred
…
I’ve seen your humble bosom
Innocence, eyes lonesome
Hair let loose wild, uncared for
I’ve seen you, yet unscarred
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I’ve seen those legs stumbling
Breathing, the nose so clean
Naked joy, the wide open heart
I’ve seen you unscarred
…
I’ve seen that untouched skin
Perfect, no spots, and lips akin
The shadow, that piece of art
I’ve seen thee unscarred
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I smiled at thee, damsel in distress
The thorns dressed divine, bless
I laughed, thy unpredictability
At seams, no help from divinity
I promised to stay like this, afar
But only I’ve seen thy last unscarred
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