Walking Into a Door

I pray you don’t get grief from your bosses I’ll have either a slap or a kiss My friends don’t ask me about the bruises I believe my love will help us through this. As long as we both shall live, as we vowed I believe that somehow you still love me Like a swift darting through a windy cloud I receive the blows that make unbeauty. Learning to walk upon smashed up eggs shells Learning when I should duck from your mood swing Learning the tell tale signs the warning bells In the mean while I’ll take the battering. Embarrassing to friends and my families A change may happen if we had babies.