You tell me that you love me with each and every bruise,
And none could ever doubt that love clothed in such splendid purple hues,
And as your stain tattoos me and blemishes my skin.
I know your legacy will live on by the scars you leave within,
For as the autumnal tempest disrobe the mighty tree,
The colours of your love will fade into a painful memory,
But the hurts that run the deepest will haunt me through the years,
Bouyed on a sea of anguish; filled with the salt of a million tears,
And as I drown in sorrow and your blows rain from above.
I take my consolation in the rainbows of your love.