They ran, they cycled, stole a soldier’s horse.

Misunderstanding love, she thought it  came by  force
She pushed the bottle to the baby’s lips
So for her lovers , love became a  vice

Free with  cruel comments, called “advice”
She urged her love with leather coated whips
Misunderstanding love, she thought it  came by force

By her will, she thought to make  love rise
Her victim’s  will was  there for her to clip
So for her victims, love became a  vice

They asked for mercy, pleaded for divorce
Nothing she’d not started got permit
Misunderstanding so, she thought love  could be forced

They ran, they cycled, stole a soldier’s horse.
But still she gasped, grasped nothing of their wit
So for her victims, love had been unwise.

What if Lucian Freud desired her sit?
Would he have made her muse and his culprit?
Misunderstanding love, she thought it  came by  force
So  in her victims walked, but left by hearse.