My husband has such love for me, that is,
I realize now he loves me more than life.
He loves me more than mine and less than his,
Until my dying breath I am his wife.
Hands, his hands, when there was no one else,
I never knew that hands could be so strong.
But raised in anger now they aren't themselves,
These hands I once adored do me such wrong.
The
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