I do not understand the love-filled grace
that occupies our life in this and every place.
It’s not that we upon all things agree,
and, yes, there are times you would flee

from argumentative discourse unpleasant,
but you are not one to long hold a resentment.
Rather, after a time of loud quiet,
we approach each other trying to retry it.

The heat will simmer for more than just awhile,
recriminations uttered, but soon a smile
surfaces again on your lovely face,
and I, once more, am victim to your grace.

We ponder what we feel and what we think
celebrating, “Would you like to go out for a drink?”