It was a love she loved, but he only
abused,
She gave all she had, while he merely used,
She gave him babes, while he gave her
slaps,
She called them games, but he set the
traps,
She filled his plate, but he just spat, not
ate,
She warmed his bed, he would just berate,
She tried so hard, but he just gave her
hell,
She asked him why? - But he said all was well,
She asked Ma, who said,” It´s the bed you make,
Marriage my child, is just a game of give &
take”.
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