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