MY LOVE,MY PAIN.

How is it possible that in this modern day age, we still experience domestic violence?, and in silence!

MY LOVE, MY PAIN.

This man, his rib, his ride i am,

His help, his needs, rescue i bring.

When tired, say weak,am strong for him.

The wine he drinks and sickness got,

The herbs i get, his health to keep.

 

This man , his rib,his ride i am,

Drunk he comes, this flesh he whips.

On the veranda i sleep, the night to spend.

The night so cold,darkness with it.

The sun awake, together with me,

Funny it is, his bed i make.

 

This man , his rib, his ride i am,

For better for worse, i swore to keep,

Secrets, my life i vow to keep.

This pain, his hate, the  love he gives,

With joy and delight, my heart shall take.