Here is a story.. (poem rather) of a woman who shows her love in the strangest of ways.
To be loved is a beautiful thing.
But some expressions leave more than an impression.
Dear to my heart, her soul will be,
But closer to my cheek her palm shall forever remain.
How long shall a man live in terror?
And how much longer shall his soul strive in perdition?
Though he may know the sweet waters,
The draw from the well provided a bitter memory.
Bitter-sweet. Yes, how appropriate.
For he loves the gift but detests the casing.
Both with equal measure can be endured,
But must her love for him be insured?
Flesh upon flesh.
There shall love spring eternal.
For on that cloudless night, eyes wide with wonder,
My smile stretched by the expanse of her beauty,
I told her I loved her.
She stared back at me lovingly. Eyes adoring.
She embraced me and welcomed me in to her heart.
And when her love for me became overbearing,
She slapped me across the face.
