Lines

The lines scarred over
Tell the story of a lover.
A lover that hurt.
A lover that burns.

But a lover that heals,
And a lover that seals.
These wounded arms are not results of this lover.
These wounded arms are the result of His healing.

And even though she cries,
And everything will not always be perfect,
It will never be better than the day
Her wounds were healed.

And every time she sees her arms,
Her eyes start to water,
Because what she sees is a reminder
That someone who once loved her,
Always will.