Now you say that it was love
that made you ruin your beloved
that made you so cruel that you
slandered her, ruined her beyond repair.
You call it love that made you destroy.
You call it desire that turned you in demon.
You left no stone unturned to ruin, shatter her
Yet you say that’s because you wanted her.
Listen my man, love is the nurturer,
the healer, the protector of beloved.
Her happiness is the thing he craves for
Her joy is the thing he is after.
The moment love turns to lust you go blind
Your lust becomes your only crave,desire.
You wont mind then going to any extreme
You wont mind destroying, burning her alive.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
7 comments:
This is very strong! Very hurtful too! I'll write that you've done justice to the theme. Good job! Keep writing!!!
I stumbled upon your blog and Wow Lucky me. Nice blog here. Keep it up!
Don't ever loose the spirit of loving, laughing, living and writing as freely as you do. Take care!
dear ajey,
thanks again.
warmest wishes.
dearest wendi,
and they get supporters in my country, :) can you believe it?
warmest affections,
dear sonia,
thanks for the compliment,
warmest wishes.
To all the men who make women miserable!
dear honeybee,
ha ha is the only answer to your remark.
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