Love is the word that rolls right off your tongue
and whispers so softly into my ears.
I hear you saying it as we sleep, as we eat,
and as he creeps.
That monster deep inside you
that cannot be subdued.
When he comes out I try not to fear
as your eyes turn red
not with love, but with rage that
no one can control.
As you kiss the purple bruises
on my arms, on my legs, on my back
and on my face I can still hear it.
That word you say so much
is chanted through the night
as I cry silently telling myself
that this is ok.
This is love.
That word I love to hear.