This Melted Heart, By Words Of Scorn-O'Ee'R Time Be Healed, Not Left Sadly Forlorn. Poem by Michael Gale

Lip's textured radiance of thee....
Shinn'th thy most, just for me.
The redness glares light, blinding per sight...
Your love for me, gives a happiness, that delights.
You are my lady love, well close to my heart...
Our love will not trade, not even part.
Troubled waters flood open a disparing sad gate...
For the morrow', to hope our love, be not too disolate.
Angered words can compromise respect for your mate...
It's best at times, to remain silent, not angrily irate.
Yon smooth flowing hair, dwells about as fiery red...
Your silenced grimace to me, can bring about angered
words filled with heated hatred of spite and dread.
Words should not have been unchecked as spoken...
You caused pain to my heart, you've made it badly broken.
Pieces of the heart, may never be mended...
Oraled by hate, our love has ended.
Thy place in your heart, may well be displaced...
Words given to haste, may advance myself to be
lovingly replaced.
Forgiveness to heart may be rare of state...
I forgive you, your words, dear- Twill not be, too late.
My love for thee, will never cease...
Not even for words given, inflamed by a hating disease.
This flame of love, remains unextinguished.
My respect of thee-Remains distinguished...
That wayward wink, fondly, flashed at me.
Fulfills my void, Of heart by thee.
You made me happy when you did finally decide...
That to say yes-To be my Bride.