Best friends sister,
She said you should,
And that's how it began.
She shared I would,
And that's how I got mad.
That night I took a break,
And decided to forgive
My best friends sister who made this all begin.
I rampaged and I roared,
I wrote and destroyed.
Then, when it was over,
I decided to forgive.
I hope that she believes me,
When I said to her,
That I have forgiven,
plus another third.
I say, an action, does not define you,
you are still the same
Oh, best friends sister you are still, as you came.
I hope within this process of forgiveness,
You have forgiven yourself,
And not go on blaming for an unselfish self.
I wish as well that you,
Will take my apology for my quick words and harsh phrases.
So, I hope this shows as proof,
That you have been forgiven for the mistake you made,
And the first roll you played,
In our kindling flame.
Asking:
I sit within the air,
As I decide what to say,
To my girlfriend to be
And how to voice my apology.
There goes my note,
It is afloat,
We shall see what her answer will be.
We arrive at our rental house,
She asks to meet in the place where we last parted.
Cards:
As we sit my traveling companion,
Silence, decides to join us.
I think the room may be heating up from our feeble attempts to talk.
Finally she banishes him with a single phrase,
"Would you like to play cards?"
I am thankful for her bravery to start,
Even if it is a game of solitaire.
Girlfriend:
She says we should begin to talk,
My mind goes blank.
And my world is changed in one moment,
In one word,
In one girl.
She wonders if we should make it public,
It takes me a moment to remember all that has happened,
And all that has begun.
I think of nothing...
Appreciation:
She says that she is sorry
For not showing appreciation for all that I have done for her.
I am astonished,
She has done more for me than I could ever dream of doing it for her.
She asked to begin,
She asked to walk,
She asked to dance,
She wrote letters and postcards. But most of all,
She is herself,
She is _.
Beauty:
It is time to leave,
She leaves for camping in two days.
I feel forlorn as she drives away,
Her exquisite,
Beautiful,
Amazing face disappearing from view.
The face that I can never seem to recall, no matter how many times I see it.
She turns the corner and is gone.
I think that I will see her tomorrow And the day after before she disappears...
Sinking in:
Three days have passed since her monumental words,
And still every day I remember
And rediscover that she is my girlfriend.