Travel the world
Climb the mountains
WHEN HIS LOVING HANDS TURNS GLOVE
All alone she had sat
Gazing at the blue sky
Cynosure of all she was
Her beauty left mouths agape
In her path he had walked
His thoughts had been stirred
''This I must make my bride''
''Her world I must explore''
Inept at what relationship entails
Mama's words had always been her tonic
Riches she had damned from countless suitors
In your arms alone she had sworn to be
Exchanging vows at the aisle
To the shore the sail had seem destined
What an angel she was in white
Happy forever after she had dreamt
Years went by all in haste
In his eyes she was now wiltering
The hands that once gave solace
A boxing glove they had become
His sweaty palm hard on her face
Adding weight from routine punches
Bruises added to her make-up
Had fervently prayed for a change
The night that became her last
Drunk,he had been very brutal
The change never came
For she surrendered to fate.
N.B: Pls stop abusing your spouse,stop being brutal.
You once loved her,dont let its fire go dim no matter what.
She gave you her love not because you are the best but because she trust you wouldnt make her cry.
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