The end of the beginning to the beginning of the end

I bought her a flower
Comparing her with a rose
I gently kissed her lips
Massaged her legs, feet and her toes

I showed her my true love
but never with any greed or pure lust
I spoke to her calm and softly
Because in her I thought I could trust

I touched her everywhere and graceful
but never with a force of might
I took her with me, holding her hand
but never to dominate, or to squeeze too tight.

I showed her all I could show
while I hugged her beneath the stars
I made love to her with passion
No longer hiding my scars

Welcome to my theatre of madness
It is my time and place to tell
The final part of my mourning process
The way back to freedom, the way out of hell

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PS: Copyright enzo.