It takes two to tango or does it?

It’s hard to define what love really is
There are many words, one can use
But really it’s not words that encompass
The feeling
For if it were much we would lose

In the truest sense, its a haven
Of creation of state and debate
Bewitched and enchanted
A rich soup of love
But only if that be our fate

The poignancy of its whole meaning
Is where intimacy takes a hold
Where lovers gain true satisfaction
In the realms in which they have been rolled

But So little that’s given is heart felt
It’s just on the Cusp that is all
Which is blown out of all real proportion
And from that massive height many fall

And it’s down in the dumps of emotion
when bruises and black eyes appear
When the surrogate evils spill out of their mouths
And raise up the levels of fear

Battering the women is crazy
And No respect for her, a sin
Her stupor will never be super
and being cold to her care
You expect everything from her and then you treat her really as if She’s not there

That’s until you want sex
Then what you do
Is rape her you use her I know that
Is true
A women decides what a women needs best
Not some beast in her body
Crushing her chest

And then it’s all over
You have shot your last bolt
And she’s lying crying inside
The result

There was no joyfulness
Abandoned was she
Ravished and left
As if under a tree
There was no fulfilment
You possessed her thats all
You fucked like a donkey
And that does appal

Me,from the offset
How some of you spoil
A beautiful women
How you embroil
Their love with your filth
With your sordid vile stuff
And that sad bunch of flowers
Was never enough