Forgiveness comes slowly. The fear and distrust....
Remain as a constant, and memories just....
Increase in proportion to promises made....
That tarnished so slightly, and made love afraid....
Your love is unfettered. No shackles for you....
And somehow you reasoned that he’d be there, too
Thus loving came easy – so open and free....
And no one could hurt you, especially not he....
But somehow he managed. Your partial disguise....
Gives way to your feelings. The tears in your eyes....
Portray the same symptoms that most lovers make....
That love is complete – ‘cept that single mistake....
Forgiveness comes slowly, ‘tho most of us yearn....
To re-enter romance – forget the first burn....
For he has repented and suffered so long....
And love, in maturing, has shown him his wrong....
A woman complete can yet visibly lack....
The courage of lovers to welcome him back....
Yet, “This too, shall pass”, and I say as a friend....
You’ll welcome the day that you start once again....
