the difference love makes

The difference love makes.

They called you a tart, I defended you
said you’re a free spirit, and the laughed
with my ox hide whip I chased liars and
thieves out of the bar…and we became
lovers. You didn’t stop this free spirited
behaviour, disappeared for days untidy
came home smelling of other men; my
sophistication crumbled I struck out and
it all ended; strange really hadn’t I loved
you, we could have become great friends.