Whisper

Words, can indeed hurt.
So I’ll never meet
your fire with my lava.
I, will always have
a riverbed of forgiveness
to polish your stones
before you set them flying
in this glasshouse.

I, will always squelch your flames
with a tidal wave of love.
I, will never permit my voice
to be raised by temper,
mature into anger,
and adult into drunken madness.

I, refuse to be
the reason you leave.
I will not
yell after you to stay,
when I’ve whispered
all the reasons that you should.

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