The Violence of Love.

Violent Love.

The hiding place for violent love is deep within her heart.

Love is cheerished in gentle hands before the violence starts.

To him it's a seductive game of sick spiteful control.

With cuddles tenderness unfolds just as the punches roll.

Now trapped between the lies and love he's safe behind Cupid's gate.

While all the time she tries to plan struggling with love and hate.

Who's to blame is absolute and clear yet silent questions flow.

The guilty party is let off as some say she should go.

If only it was so simple to take off to run to fly.

Unseen to others who close their eyes one more punch she may die.

Protecting her self being does not cross her mind.

It's her children cheerished and exposed for these a safe haven she must find.

With one more dig she hit the ground as a French kiss cracked her face.

Her violent love hides behind the her heart no love all tears, no grace.