WHAT TO SAY... IV...
WHAT TENDERNESS
We spent two days together, and the first
Had all the hallmarks of a hopeless rout:
Alas, I learned what wounds I’d caused as he
Told me, and gently, just how short I fell.
Then, slowly I could overcome the worst,
Endure his tender blame, try not to shout,
Not to protest, not say he couldn’t see—
Deaf to all sense I’d been, and dumb as well.
Embraced in spite of all, then, my heart burst;
Redeemed in spite of all, I dropped all doubt.
No way those three short words could rescue me,
Except he echoed them, and broke the spell.
Such miracles, such grace, bind heart to heart:
Sure in his love, I sail without a chart.
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