This is a little intimidating because of the other great writers all around but here goes my shot. Love is getting beaten Love is being brusied Love is getting your heart ripeed out then stabbed though and though Love is the voice that turns you to stone It’s what scares you shitless When that certian someone comes home Love is the blood that’s shed every night, So he can feel powerful, and full of might Love is the rose that was in that vase the one he smashed over your head when you “stepped out of place” Love is getting beaten Love is being brusied Love is getting you heart ripped out Then stabbed though and though If you think what i say is horribly untrue Then turn around and look at me, I’m turning black and blue SilverWulf