You bought your virgin wife
A jewel of child really offered to you
On her innocence you forced yourself
You corrupted her to become your pet
All above water and in all legality
You got yourself a slave
How powerful you were
Your status gained sudden impetus
Life was a dream come true
You gloated lyrically of eternal love
Driven by your insatiable lust
Happy to have moulded her
To your darkest desires.
When reality bit you in the bum
Your love deity had become
A twisted shrew, what to do?
She is what you asked her to be
No more no less a monster
Issued from your despicable mind
When you greedily sucked her soul
Destroying all her inner being
To leave an empty shell
To be filled with hate and contempt
So why be surprised?
You better work hard
To get into repair mode
For trust is fragile!
Were I in her place
I would kill you to have destroyed it
For you don't deserve a second chance.
So says La Belle Dame sans merci!
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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