Love

You have no identity. So just go along. Assume their prosperity Will let you belong. I loved you for all that I could not be Loyal and honest, but still you won't see. Right from the start I laid it all out Until death do us part, and no more abouts. The way that we differed personality wise. You'll never concure Only bait then despise. I guess that our love was a sitcom to you. A fingerless glove that was never brand new. And what of our son? When he sees you parade? Around in that stupor, like you've been betrayed. I am sorry they hurt you, but the raped can survive. All that we've been through, Still you are not alive. I wanted to breathe life. To daylight your fresh bloom. Such a well behaved wife. A warlock's blessed loom. You accepted my past. I equipped you with worth. Your first's turned my last Love's gift & its curse.