The Ire of Love

Love is what we require,
Love is our desire,
To be touched body and mind
You wouldn't
We couldn't
Now I'm off to find a Lady
To be my baby
A perfect woman not filled with hate
My Soul Mate

What is left behind
The wrath of a lie
Past mistakes wasted in time
A terrible rhyme
An odd couple brought together running from abuse
Abused

Tear swollen eyes
Lies filled the divide
Lies to be despised

Dot the I's
Sign the lies
Sell your soul

An axe to the past
No present, the future is lost
As simple acts, sign away the truth
Lies rule in the darkness hidden in shadows
The consequences of abuse is no gift
The cost is dramatic, calculated
Articulated and passed
Until exposed

The naked truth
Is freedom

Liberty
Love cures
Pure Love
Lives in and on
One to one and face to face

Love is not a disgrace
Love is respect
One to another
Body and Mind