A man's hands are made
to cup your face
and his arms to hold you.
The day they become weapons,
to terrorize you,
please know that love no longer
lives in that man's heart.
Only anger reigns there,
Anger and Love cannot grow in the same garden.
YOU ARE READING
HER
PoetryFrom the Book HER by Pierre Alex Jeanty. PS: All credits belongs to the rightful owners.
