My Venus

The unity that I call me.
Has spoken and offended thee.

The words we use are the same.
Yet their meanings are to blame.

And my ignorance thereto.
As if that was something new.

Caring words are heard as hate.
Kind that never does abate.

Kind of hate that seems eternal.
This is love become infernal.

Our differences. Where this begins.
And that’s the way it’s always been.

That is the part that we forgot.
To love our versive ways a lot.

The spark that struck when we met.
Opposites completely let.

Traction from what will oppose,
Forms the whole that lives and grows.

This is the miracle of we.
This is the part we fail to see.

Yet I stand here as a man.
A man who doesn’t understand.

A man who would like to learn.
Before we let this structure burn.

Yes, I see that I was wrong.
Don’t know why it took so long.

Deep within this desperate plight.
Is the means to make it right.

Who said this would not be thrilling?
Take my hand if you are willing.