But, he loves me!
“He didn’t mean to hurt me.
“He said he was sorry,
he even bought me a new dress.”

That had been the last time we spoke.
Now, I gaze down upon the beauty,
where she lay in repose so innocent and pure.
Resting peacefully awaiting her family and friends.

Her makeup applied with artistic perfection;
Lips a deliciously lickable wet looking red.
With cheeks highlighted in soft relief,
While her eyes are shaded blue and gold.

He tore her from us with violence and hate.
I smile knowing he did not get away.
That is but a small measure of joy.
Tomorrow we bury her, this once brightly burning light.

She knew she could change him;
Oh, how dead wrong she was.
This beautiful lady believed it was love.
It was abuse and control; jealousy, too.

If you know someone being abused, do your best to get them to seek out help. You can’t take them. You can only direct them. They must choose for themselves to seek help.