Did you beat me because you loved me, or was I bruised out of disgust? I fear your dissapointment in me for not comparing to her. There is no similarity or resemblence, down to the letter. I am but a young girl. I'm oh so delicate, and needing of your tough love. I bear your marks of love, or perhaps just primitive instinct. You can't rape the willing body true enough, but the willing spirit shortly thereafter wilts to wounded.