He was sweet, so kind, and so sure. He treated me like a queen, and so pure. But his love turned tight, a cage, a chain, His grasp was too firm, his heart full of pain.
No space to breathe, no room to just be. His eyes were locked, his arms like a key. I thought that love could mend his scars, But healing can't be wished upon stars.
The signs were there, but I closed my eyes. Ignored the whispers and swallowed the lies. Until hands reached out where they should have not, And the fire burned where love forgot.
My children stood by as my heart went wild. No man will ever touch my child. The thread that held us became thin and frail, It finally snapped into a broken tale.
I had to go, but where and how? With no one there to guide me now. My family was absent, cold, and aloof, So, Spirit led me toward the truth.
And then, just weeks from being torn apart, My world collapsed, my shattered heart. My daughter is gone; a cruel twist, A loss too deep, too sharp to list.
But there he stood, no anger now. No chains, no grasp, just a furrowed brow. The only hands to hold me tight, The only voice in an endless night.
He had his wounds, his demons deep. A past that made his love run steep. But in my grief, he chose to stay, When all the rest had turned away.
For that, I love him through and through. For stepping in when no one knew. Though fate was not meant to keep us one, God sent him to me when the darkness had begun.
