The Big lie

When I first made the girl who became the love of my life
                        love happens by accidents- I didn't want her to become pregnant
although she wanted children. I said our love was so strong
we didn't need anyone to upset our happiness, but her longings
for motherhood became too strong, she left me for another man
and got eight children, she dies on the steps of the church of
Zarathustra begging for more little ones to fill her life with love
the only kind that could make her fulfilled.
I came from a street were men got drunk Saturday nights
beating their wife and children and I feared, having violence
within me, would be like them; well I never found out and
I'm glad that I never did.