When We Fight

Sometimes, me and mine fight; And I feel like I should just take a flight; To either Toronto or Morocco, Or Chagga or even Togo; But I stay and forgive, Because, I have come to believe, In what we call love; When, instead, we are stupid in love. In any relationship, we have to tolerate, Simply because our interests correlate; This, one fresh in love may not relate. He has slapped me several times before, But that did not automatically make him my foe. In these matters, we do not just get rid of the fragrance, For it is one journey that requires a lot of patience, Lest we lose it all due to our impatience!