They Hate Love.

She was brave and patient    
Quiet but loud.  
She was sunrise and sunset    
Caring and affectionate.    
She'd hustled and balled    
Kept loyal and strong    
When he had him and him alone.    
She was everything good.    
So he tugged her under his arms    
Held her, grabbed her waist and showed her, love.    
But those who saw this called him whimped out    
Guess she wasn't good enough for his crowd.    
He felt embarrassed and hid in a shroud    
Unveiled later and flogged her to the ground
Buried her never to be found    
She was too good to be true    
Yet she truly was true    
But no one ever knew.    
Too scared of vulnerability,    
He lost out on her possibility    
In fear the fall would come soon    
He quit his golden fairy for a damned lady    
Not half as good nor could ever be.    
Damned lady was poison spattered ugly    
Concealed in make up, seemingly pretty.    
So the crowd cheered him on    
"You the man, You the Dog."    
She made him seem strong    
With an armor and sword    
But inside, he felt weak to his bones    
Alone with his thoughts    
Darker than shades of coal.    
He yelped and called    
But damned lady was wretched cold        
She kicked him at his loins,    
Laughed at his mourns.    
He ached and bled.    
Now he grieves for her, his real throne    
Cries for her alone    
Guiltfully bitter and cold    
Regretting his kill for vain show.    
But wll he ever know    
Love is too good for death to let go.