One Change. One Chance.


I could be bitter
But I want to be better

I want to be still, abide
Be left intact in Love's abode

I could all your mistakes accent
But you as mortal I accept

I could begrudge your faulty quest
But in my heart come be my guest

I have in lowly tryst just waited
Believing all my faith's not wasted

I want to shout it in a whisper
Because I need this woe to whimper

I could exact in full revenge
But I loathe hate as revenue

I will in trust refuse the torment
Because in comes a blessed torrent

I will get by with smile and whistle
Believing hostiles will somehow whittle

I will protest in justice wordless
But I in hope not be workless

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Paris: Cinquième Partie

Letdown