The Fruit

Ah,did you throw away the ripened fruit Because inside it hid a hardened stone? As anything not total does not suit Love’s ambivalence seems to you a crime Don’t throw away my love when I offend For I am human too and lose my sense As tension makes it difficult to bend And sometimes even love is too intense. Rather , see how much love there still may be And balance that against my human faults Instead ,one mark ,one sin one thought unfree Weighs more than years of love ,binds me in guilt. As panic will grow less when we just wait In such a way , real love can contain hate.