Lover's Quarrel

I reached for her,In the midst of a dense, dry atmosphere,I could hardly breathe,Could she hear the panting of my heart?In hurt, she turned away,I whispered “I love you”I wanted to scream it louder,But my pride got in the way,I settled for a whisper…I settled for a whisper.As she walked away, I felt her pain hard-pressed against my face like a mask.We wanted to come back together to reconcile, we both knew it,Yet we settled for a subliminal whisper.She whispered “I don’t want to go”I whispered “I just want you to stay”No one had the guts to expose their position.True of life,True of love,Yes, the lover’s quarrel,Pride in its best performance,Hurt tap dancing like Gregory Hines,But love…Love sits with concern in the theater seat of patience,Till we had resolved to talk and reason together.Love spoke to let go,To let it do what it does best...heal.It has no fellowship with pride, bitterness, disrespect or resentment,It does simply that…it loves,That’s all it knows to do.“I just called to say I love you, I just called to say how much I care...”Stevie Wonder…you knew just what to say,May I use these lines as my token of peace?I'm missing her like crazy,I don’t ever again want to see her go,My heart can no longer survive without her,She has become the very breath I breathe.

By Savaslas Loftonc.2008