Tayo's Files

Love is like a juice Some bitter, some sweet Is it true that ribs can tell the kick of a beast from a lover's fist Bruised bones record it well The sudden shock, the hard impact Thin swollen lids Sore eyes spoke not of lost romance, but of hurt Hate is often confused Its limits are in zones beyond itself And sadists will not learn that love by nature extracts a pain unequalled on the rack Heavens hath no pleasures like a woman loved Hell, also ,hath no fury like a woman scorned.