Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
She'd always remember the day they met,
And the way he'd caught her eye.
She'd never forget the day they wed,
Or the first time each baby cried.
But ere they knew how far they'd come,
The glow had dimmed from their fire.
Replaced by resentments til they were numb,
And scars had replaced their desire.
Its the little things that all lovers do,
That dwell sweetest within the heart.
The flowers, gifts, and "I love you"s,
That so easily come at the start.
But there's other things that lovers do,
Such as taking a slight too far,
That, at first, are easily seen through,
Though each leaves a lingering scar.
As life goes on, the wounds increase,
Each new wound over the one before.
Each injury seems too small to appease,
Though each new wound hurts even more.
Wounds heal quickly when tended to,
And they are given the time to mend.
But as each apology piles up overdue,
Older wounds are reopened again.
A wound is never too small to ignore,
Each demands the same loving care.
Lest that wound reopen the one before,
And diminishes the love once there.
"I love you," works well in spoken confessions,
But true love and healing implore,
That you also use these three-word expressions,
"I'm sorry, Dear. You deserve more."