Uncomely he came so as not to attract

These eyes of mine so easily distract

For my heart was blind my mind so sore

From the constant drag of a deceptive lure

Tears run down pooling oceans of salt

Cleansing the image of how I was bought

Foolish or childish, just a myth some presume

But I’ve seen his cross embracing my wounds.

A costly dowry turned dust to a bride

Not adorned with an emblem but a place in his side

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