by Nick Gisburne
She loves you, more than anything she knows
In you she finds the stillness in her soul
A perfect, pure devotion breathes and grows
A smile, a word, a whisper, makes her whole
She lives to be a lover and a friend
Deserving of the promises you gave
She fears the loss of you, of this, the end
She knows that she must listen, and behave
She tells herself the best is yet to come
But huddles in a corner on the floor
And somehow, though her face is bruised and numb
She swears that she will love you all the more
But I am Judgement, come to call your name
And burn you in the everlasting flame
