Is This Love?

Written in AABB

He called me his jewel, his reason for being

He showered me with praise to understand his meaning

I too would praise him, my life and body his

And the flesh became one, I thought in bliss

It was for him that I did what he pleased

It was him that in every movement I breathed

I did all things with his approval

All real gods who recieve homage are cruel

His hand came upon me for a slight in speech

With every strike, he continued to preach

I had failed and for this I would pay

Going forth, I tried, truly, to obey

I had taken too long and he was impatient

And his violence was upon me, his face complacent

He relished in my fear, I was his chosen

Fear is the most divine emotion

My gaze upon the floor, the pain a reminder

He cooed and cuddled me, his person much kinder

I shook in his arms, under his gaze

I felt his pride in himself as he smothered me in unearned praise

He was divine and son of the heavens

He relished in me and other worldy possessions

My pain was a show of his power, I, a creature of mud

Real gods require blood

They say love is madness and I believe it to be true

For how can you love someone, yet hate them too?