The Day she said “I Do” was the proudest of her life.
Her darling, darling husband took her for his wife.
She thought her life would turn around
She thought that she would tread new ground
She hoped her tears would cease that day
She hoped her fears would fade away.
He said he loved her for all time,
She thought it was more than a line.
She never knew love caused more pain
Than she could ever feel again.
Now she holds, here, in her hand
Her once most precious wedding band.
Her husband is not home again,
She wonders in whose bed he’s lain.
The clock sings; midnight is the time
Her heart breaks; cry for husband’s crime.
He said he loved her much, much more
Than he had ever loved before.
He said she was his One. True. Love.
That they belonged, were hand in glove.
She trusted him and all he said,
Believed him from her empty bed.
He promised he would be home soon
And now the clock reads twelve past noon.
The pain she feels cannot be told,
Her once warm husband now so cold.
When she cries, or begs or shouts
He turns around and just walks out.
The more she needs her man to stay
The further he just walks away.
Now her heart can feel no more,
She bleeds from every single pore.
Her body tends to daily needs,
To husband's chores and children's feeds.
Her soul, destroyed, by her own love,
Her need to be as hand in glove.
Her heart is torn, her will is gone,
Her soul has hope, her love is strong.
Till death do part, her solemn vow.
Please. Give her peace and end this. Now.