TRUCE

The boundary between love and hate is one and the same

Its balance hangs precariously and when the scales are

  tipped each other we blame

Fighting and feuding whilst serving anger to vent

 causes untold mental and spiritual pain

All goodwill built up is carelessly spent

My sweet I know, and hopefully you too will understand

That whilst flirting games are fun, after a time they are pointless and bland

Guilt for hurt inflicted to maintain respectfulness it must be restricted

To repent when sorrow in haste is let loose

Redeems the perpetrators character thus creating a truce

So without further recourse let us speedily make a pact to last

That when the grip of control takes hold of hearts,

   minds will step in to prevent mistakes of the past

Hurtful words and actions that through jealousy and insecurity

  are carelessly in the heat of the moment imparted

Yet always deep down know they were never ever meant

Once again respect for each other prevails

Our dignity and our mutual sense of friendship is the sustanance

With all the wonderful qualities this forever without loss entails

Copyright Natasha Anne Kelleher

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