Perhaps, She Just Loved Him Poem by Marie WardAlonge

She gave him love for two lifetimes.
He gave her a life full of pain.
He never asked her for forgiveness.
He never gave her a ring.
Why did she stay?
Perhaps, she just loved him.

She gave birth to his kids.
She watched him have babies with another.
He never showed remorse for what he did.
Why did she stay?
Perhaps, she just loved him.

She cooked and cleaned.
She would wash and massage his feet.
No kiss for work when she would leave.
How could he be so mean?
Why did she stay?
Perhaps, she just loved him.

When her car broke down,
He frowned.
He told her to walk home in the rain.
Why did she stay?
Perhaps, she just loved him.

When she needed rest,
He wanted sex.
She would try to protest.
He always got the best.
Why did she stay?
Perhaps, she just loved him.

One day he packed his clothes.
He left her for another woman's bed.
He came back to her claiming he wasn't being properly fed.
She took him back-over and over again.
Why?
Perhaps, she just loved him.

She would watch him tell others what in the world should be right.
She would listen in fright.
She used extra make up to keep her bruises out of obvious sight.
The police—why didn't she tell?
Perhaps, she just loved him?

No good clothes she would buy for her self.
She would buy for him.
He would give his money to someone else.
Why did she stay?
Perhaps, she just loved him.

When she died, he saw she was loved by many.
The people came in droves.
He stood at her grave and tossed her a rose.
As he was walking away,
He asked her mother what to do with her clothes.
Her mother was stunned and stared at him with dismay.
Finally, she asked how he could treat her daughter that way.
He studied her face and saw much grief.
He knew what he would say would be final and brief.
He told her what she and others failed to understand.
Her daughter, well-perhaps, she just loved me.