She catwalked into the jewelry shop, looking for the perfect handcuff, sorry Ring for her beautiful finger.

The joy in her voice, echoed the love she feels in her heart.

 

In her ears she could hear the church's bells Ringing.

High on her toes, she checked her silhouette, in the mirror, the wedding gown, as white as her intentions and as pure as her love.

She hates her mom for calling him "A woman beater".

She despise her best friend for saying "He is not good for her".

 

"My love for him, will change him".

 

The wedding was the talk of the town ,

They were the latest couple in town.

The guest ate to their fill,

And went about their business, leaving the newl wedded to begin their marriage.

 

The first punch came after she found the lipstick stain on his collar, a shade she never wears, the black eye couldn't be concealed with the latest  contour. Not even her flawless powder could hide her flawed face.

 

"My love for him will change him".

 

The second punch, sorry third, No i think it was the fourth, fifth maybe, sixth, or probably the seventh,forget it. Probably i lost count. Was enough to send her to the poison seller, before going to the great beyond, on a rumpled paper, seems a suicide note, where she scribbled;

 

"But his touch was fatal, and her love for him was rewarded with the matrix of her agony till death. Love is never any better than the lover . wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly".

 

My love for Him Never changed Him!!

 

Samppy66