Should we add the words together
Counting up the wrongs and rights
All the sweet, entangled nights
And all the sorrowed mornings?
Or can we simply start anew?
Let loose all those anger-moorings
Tying us to pain-gone-by...
I can try, will you?
See, here, see my open hand
Sweetly offered, angered not,
Gentle callus on the palm,
Strength of Love within it...
See, here, see my open heart...
Throwing words away.