In his type of love, yes, he must always reign,
In which he derives joy by inflicting pain.

He preens in the mirror before he hits you.
And when he is finished, you'll be black and blue.

The tears in your eyes come from the tight rope bind.
But at least the scars are the transient kind.

You can thwart him if he thinks you like the pain—
Just say, "Thank you, monsieur, please hit me again!"