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.
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