Love Is

Love, in particular, values

contrition when it is due, and is

swift to forgive.  As intimately

and caringly as we know one

another, it can be illusory, for

often enough do we really 

know ourselves?  If we feel

touched by unease, do we always

know its source?  Do we ever

wish to be a source of pain to

those we love?  And if, on occasion

we leave our love puzzled and hurt,

do we not feel compelled to 

retract a statement, excuse an action,

ask for forgiveness for a casual

slight?  Love, in fact, very much

requires a heartfelt expression

of regret, pleading I'm sorry.