Real Love
counts not the strikes.
It does not hoard
them like arrows in a quiver
to be fired back by a bitter bow.
Blow for blow.
Real love
Bends low the bow
even to the ground
and puts IT down
and not the other.
Real Love
stands with open arms
to embrace each attack with forgiveness
ever melting the icy walls of resentment
so Love can wash free
over the breakers
and make smooth and whole once again.
counts not the strikes.
It does not hoard
them like arrows in a quiver
to be fired back by a bitter bow.
Blow for blow.
Real love
Bends low the bow
even to the ground
and puts IT down
and not the other.
Real Love
stands with open arms
to embrace each attack with forgiveness
ever melting the icy walls of resentment
so Love can wash free
over the breakers
and make smooth and whole once again.
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