She crossed me well the other day
The passions rose so fast
The hurt rang out in our wordplay
With bitterness set to last
Now she’s shut me out again
From the shelter of our love
No passion or plea will make her bend
Nor attract the flight of the dove
With affection fading faster still
I seek out a benediction so soft
When fighting is over with nothing to kill
I hope to return to love's salvation aloft
