To her he was a darling man.
Not tall perhaps but heroically strong.
Sure and proud of himself.
Happy she was.
His calculated charm was clear.
They basked in his glory.
Like her, they adored him!
Satisfied she was.
His politeness broken only in humour.
Handsome boasts were his!
They hardly noticed at all.
Content she was.
A lover of magnificent proportions!
She generously helped him know.
He was surely good.
He surely was.
Thoughtful she was.
True he was: protector, brother, father, lover.
Often promising to bring her home.
The excuses were true.
HE was true!
but in the end the truth was there, on homely table laid out bare, she withered and died in that home, defiled in public disapproval zone.
Beautiful she was.