He waltzed me to the colorful front door,

With that adorable and playful smile.

On the way to the silver, rocky shore,

He and I would lie there for a long while.

He often called me a fine masterpiece,

Who smelled like sweet lavender in the spring.

He said his love for me would never cease.

That his desire consumed his whole being.

Yet he led me to utter destruction.

Never to forget the sting of his slap.

Leaving me battered with confrontation,

Preparing for his icy, hateful snap.

Listening, watching for him to appear.

His harsh stare was my most terrifying fear.