by Daniel Cawthorne

Created on: August 29, 2008

A pained embrace

to dull the senses.

A mercy kill

to lower defenses.

After all,

it was but love.

A brief nose kiss

to blind the eyes.

Slight brushed lips

to hide the lies.

After all,

it was but love.

A cold, lonesome room.

A guilty heart.

The word 'love' used

to play the part.

After all,

it was but love.

A cherished gift

opened too soon.

Precious life

now in the womb.

After all,

it was but love.

The shameful glances,

the growing belly,

Easily concealed.

"Someone help me!"

After all,

it was but love.

The white washed walls,

the doctor's faces,

the wailing child,

the mother's disgraces.

After all,

it was but love.

The sharp intrusion,

the painful stick,

the deadly power

of a mother, tight lipped.

After all,

it was but love.

The babe's last breath,

the doctor lies.

"There was no life,

in this child's eyes."

After all,

it was but love.

The years of grief,

the years of pain.

The years of huddling

beneath the rain.

After all,

it was but love.

A childs ghost cry,

the mother's guilt.

The tears leave stains

wherever spilt.

After all,

it was but love.

One bad decision,

the boy she knew.

The second came,

before the baby grew.

But after all,

it was all for love.

After all...

It was but 'love'...

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