The Promise of Forgiveness
When I said to my love, please forgive me?
He smiled in affirmative consummation:
Instantly I knew it was for good to be;
He had no fleeting or flighty attestation.
He was mine, my love, my one and only,
But never such interactively nor by day;
Free to blossom and mill, and free truely,
And complimented me in every way.
His forgiveness meant a solid promise,
Of nurture, love, direction and guidance;
That he would have stealth and premise,
For that which I had so much avoidance.
When my poor attitude did not do,
He forgave, and took me through.
2nd of October 2015
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