Her
Love is a gift
That could be as swift
As holding her hand
Or having matching bands
That you bought for her
And only her
But she talks to others
And they talk to one another
About how cute she is
And how he did this
To love her
And only her
But she’s your love
Your precious white dove
That’s wrapped around your finger
And you force her to linger
With the sweet words you whisper
And the way you kiss her
And only her
These words affect her mind
The obsessive ways you keep behind blinds
The things others don’t see
Like the way that she bleeds
When you hit her
And only her
Possessive and in denial
Your attitude is so vile
And the way you touch her only bruises
And leaves scars with no excuses
But isn’t she the one you love?
Isn’t she that angel sent from above?
Isn’t she your sweet white dove??
Love is happy smiles and stars
And all you left were nasty scars
On her
And only her