Have you ever wondered how sweet the mystery is that a fountain never runs dry?
Never gets old, wanting more of that jetting beauty,
The gush of waters, never tired, never diminished, unreserved.
If love were a fountain, gushing unreserved desire, how willing are you to accept it?
Seeing, knowing, assured, yet it gets old and we’ve place a tag on it.
The essence is lost only because true love is at no financial implication
Yet we let it slide so easily because it came so easily. … More Fountain of Love
In front of her mirror, she takes off her huge sun-glasses which she’s used to cover the purple bruise under her right eye. She sighed. She reaches for her cleansing wipes and braces herself as she cleans off the concealer cosmetic she’d used to cover up the red bruise on her arm and legs. She gets into the shower and before she could feel sorry for herself, she’s back in the kitchen making food for her husband who delights in snapping and hitting her at will. He was just generally unappreciative of her. His aim was to bring her permanently under his submission regardless of the fact that he married her a socialite.
She will not leave him because everyone thinks they look good together. She will not leave him because she wants to be understanding and make excuses for him. She will not leave him because he takes care of his responsibilities toward her. For her, it would be futile to leave. Otherwise – “Leave to where?” … More How can a man love another man’s victim?