A dozen roses sit on the mantle In remembrance of Valentine's Day He behaves as if nothing happened Ignoring the quarrel of yesterday Determined to keep up appearances For his co-workers and their friends In private, verbally abusing her daily She's wondering if it ever ends Letting others see only her public face Alone in bed at night, she cries And dreads it when he comes home each day It's so sad when a marriage dies As long as she enables her abuser Her troubled life will remain the same So afraid to share her confidence Playing his sordid, twisted game On the surface, they're a perfect couple As her deep loathing for him grows While he displays his "love" for her With the occasional token rose Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© June 16, 2007 All Rights Reserved

"After The Love Is Gone"
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