Forgive Me

Passionate people invested fully In what we espouse, believe we are call’d To stand and defend against all comers, Forgetting the fact that our spouse with fresh Differing perspective has feelings, too. Wound-up words wound when wild-pitched past Suffering sensibilities, struggles Of self-esteem under thoughtless attack. Forgive me, my Love, I was boorish, mean, Overlooking your exceeding value As my challenger, sharpener, lover Supreme. Strange, how it is that our anguish Can be assuaged only by the one Who offended us first. Let us be One!