“HE”
He
call her “chicken”,
an
endearing term to quicken—
the
love to grow;
to
be later stricken.
He
never called her.
But
he did lure
her
all the more,
there
was no cure.
He
called her drunk,
yet
he was a hunk.
She stooped
so low—
into
depths she sunk.
He
called her “whore”,
and
hated her…he swore.
But
he’s gone, thank God,
--that
pain is no more.
He
called her “honey”,
which
was rather funny—
he
used it with all,
so
sweet, and runny…
He
called her “baby”,
and
she thought that maybe
something
was growing into
more
than just play. He
called
her “child of God”
His
staff and rod
did
comfort her.
and
with a nod…
made
His presence known.
And
she was shown
a
love so true.
His
Infinite Own.
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