In an endless field of good intent.
Filled with tragic muddied puddles.
Ram was lost.
Love was found.
Mislaid in poetry.
Wires crossed.

Love,
Truth,
Trust
Respect.
The sworn mantra.
Carried sword of deep regret.

Crucifixion not intended.
Honesty a greater fix.
Spoken words relieved.
Revealed in written peace.

Had the words been spoken.
Way back down the path.
Nothing cruel would happen.
Could still of had our laugh.

Private words betwixt the two.
Could have been much clearer.
Would not have come to cruelty.
Never out to cause pain.
Wash it out with springtime's rain.
By ladylivvi1

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