Please Forgive

We met by chance
I didn't expect,
in her hands, my heart to dance.

It’s not the eyes
nor my lies.
It's the hows, the bees, and the whys.

It is the hair
most probably.
Red, shiny, wriggly and fair.

Who am I Kidding.
It is not all that.
It is her laugh when she's slapping.

My face
to wake me up.
To show me the way out of my maze.

She is my friend,
my love.
A gift from God, the lord, a send.

We've never met,
probably won’t.
I hope we'd do, one day, I pray, I bet.

This chance is set
in my stars,
before the bang, before we met.

She loves to twist
and turns,
to dig, to ask, to learn, to list,

My dreams,
my life,
my stumbles, my bashful schemes,

I pray she does
forgive my whine,
my cuss, my shouts and my fuss.

Where would I be
if not for her.
She helps me live, she help me see.

The fool I am.
The love I bore,
in my heart for her and me.

It’s not my fault.
It’s probably all,
my peppers, my sugars mingled with salt.

I woke up wet,
from sweat.
I could not sleep until these words were set.

Please don't slam
the door.
Please understand. It’s who I am.

Please forgive
what I just said.
I might as well be gone and dead.