False Imprisonment Poem by Mark Heathcote

These past 10yrs have I not loved you?
Clothed you, fed you, held your hand,
Wiped away your overlapping tears
Sent them into a contented, remission
Have I not crawled on my own, belly?
Out of every self-made bottomless-pit
You've made quicksand of a fairy tale.
Have I not put you, on a pedestal?
… Said openly out loud, I love you.
Are you not beautiful in my eyes?
Then, if all this be true why, why, why
Am I still ugly to you?