My cheeks grew red with anger
And prejudice
As her words enraged my mind.
I became bewildered in that one second
Of truth and disgust.

She is still the angel
I've always hoped for.
No imagery has changed at all.
How queer this is?
A form of betrayal
I deserve by coherse karma,
Yet, I still yearn for her.

I still hold her
As I always did.
I forgive her,
Although there was nothing
Ever to forgive.
Can this be?

I believe it can
And it has occurred
In rather small doses...
I want more.

 
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