A keg of Pride and Love

I was so hurt that the pains turned to heat and
boiled antarctica.
My anger wrinkled my face that the devil got
scared and fled.
I was so right; I felt like the sinless Jesus.
Saying sorry was as difficult as counting the
sand on a sea shore.
She pissed me off like discarded urine.
Her words were as topless as a stripper,
despite me dressing up mine like a monk.
She gave me hell, but because of my love for
her I eat the flames.
She felt I was the devil and I felt I was the angel
So, who was gonna accept the crucifix and say
sorry?
Not me,
I guess not her too; a saint she was.
I was drunk with pride, she was high on egoistic
volumes.
The fear of losing each other was hidden in the
keg of pride.
We kept on taking sips forever.
Perplexed like I switched my brain with that of a
turkey, she was even worse.
In the greatest world wander, she smashed and
crushed her keg of pride to dust, walked up to
my emotions and said:
"Sek, my whole being is deeply sorry for the
pains I've caused you"
I was amazed and ashamed of my self that I
had to go back inside my shell like a tortoise,
but my Joy exploded the shell.
I replied in repentance:
"I'm so sorry baby, I was just emotionally
stupid"
Then, the journey of a happy ever after of love
took the wheels.