Tribulation of Love

When I was down, you lifted me with your word
You made me soar higher than the bird.
I let my words trample you like the Mongol horde,
Played with your emotions as if it were a dart board.

I’ve never even thanked you for your letters,
Scores of them that have made me feel better,
So romantic, that I’m unable to read them without a stutter,
Words so precious, that they are beyond utter.

I never kissed you for the cards you drew,
The efforts you put, I never had a clue.
As with time when our love grew,
I realized your love is so pure and true.

I can’t end a chat without a fight,
My actions I know are more painful that a ferocious bite.
But, you still love and hug me tight,
You are my love, my angel in white.

- Hoopoe