From hot and riled to reconciled
Go hearts that blame. Burst into flame
At merest touch. She who loves much
Cannot contain the sort of pain
That comes from you. And yes, it's true:
You are correct. But why reflect
Triumphant look when all it took
Was humble love. This is enough:
Not who should win. So cease, rescind
Your knowing smiles and spend awhile
With gentle words. They go unheard
Through "righteous" ire. So light a fire
Of "we won't fight"-- not "I am right."
postscript
Day 28 of NaPo! I am so close to completing a sixth year in a row. Can't believe it. This one is kinda without specific form. But the words are quite serious. Quite.