Written January 16, 2008
you mean the world to me,
and there is nothing more I want
than just one day of peace.
bickering and petty arguments
consume at least part of our day,
and I cannot figure out why.
angry words, though not sincere,
are said, and we always feel a mix
of both guilt and hurt feelings.
have we lost sight of judgment?
some say that love is for fools,
and I fear it has made me one.
if so, I pray the damage is slight.
hurting you is the last thing I want,
for you are dear to me, my love.