Oh, why say you are sorry under starlight
When fairy dust has glittered all the flow’rs,
Completing full our battle-weary sight,
Bestowing on us both its hidden pow’rs?
Why must you hold the past when I forgot
The form you took before you came this way,
Before the truce we both so dearly bought
With bloody swords entombed where we now play?
I know you now since war made way for peace.
The dance comes easy; steps are light and sure.
I do not fear your joy is a caprice;
I see your heart is nothing less than pure.
Do not fear the heart that once stood riven;
Let these words suffice: you are forgiven.
© 2011 Amy Keeley