Love

He loved her.

As she stood there,
In the early evening light.
While the crickets began their song,
Her lover appeared from the bushes.
He looked at her with his big oceanic eyes.
They shimmered of diamond colored enchantness.
He didn’t see the monster she had become,
Only the woman he loved.
The drinking and yelling no longer mattered.
He saw right through it all like an empty glass.
Maybe she’d stop,
Maybe she wouldn’t.
Only one this was for certain.
He loved her.
And nothing would change that.