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This poem is dedicated to my sister
and all the women victims of domestic
cruelty and violence who suffer from
Battered Woman Syndrome and suffer
injuries and even death sometimes.

Love has life of it's own.
Like a flowering plant
needing rain and sunshine,
love needs love and care
to live on and flourish.

It is sometimes so easy
to fall in love but falling
out of love is also easy
if love is subjected to
neglect, cruelty, abuse and
Violence killing love.

It needs two to make
a loving couple and if
one or both of them
neglect each other or
become cruel and act
Violently they might
lose each other's love.

Sometimes love in the heart
is so strong it tolerates
severe treatment and
still stays alive but the
feeling of being in love
dies with harsh treatment.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
10th September 2015.

Note: My sister loved her husband but drinking, violence and
womanising made her life like a living hell and I had to come
to England to rescue her because her husband's Karate chop broke
both her bones- ulna and radius in her hand and still she protected
him and did not tell the doctor in ER and did not report him to police.
She still Loved him but hated His violence and cruelty and stayed
with him until I rescued her.
She was suffering from Battered Woman Syndrome.
My sister left us today around 5:50 PM UK time. Rest in peace, my dear Sister. 29th April 2020.

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