When you found me, I was so torn and battered.
You looked in my eyes and saw my soul.
All I wanted to be . . . was held, touched, clean.
My wounds from my past healed.
You took me in and you cared for me . . . you loved me.
You didn’t just tell me you loved me. You showed me.
Love by the things you did and said to me.
You loved me until I was able to love.