And So, She Says

Face blazing with anger, with steadfast fury,

Demanded my saviour, why don't you ever get angry,

This time, with a disdain look on her face,

But her voice, filled with sorrow and grace,

As always, I smiled and turned away,

But her resolution was implacable in this case,

Stance of shooting daggers, commended me for the moment,

A shiver ran through my spine, which felt serious this time,

With a quivering face, I turned my head,

Looking at those eyes filled with blaze,

Filled with emotion and sound of the chime,

Pervasiveness within, she looked divine,

No matter the circumstance, or the time,

Sympathizing with you, feels like a crime,

Reading her tone, I asked her, what's the matter,

With no qualms, and always so calm,

Amidst the pain, and the grievances,

In this world full of misgivings,

I'm unable to comprehend your forgiving,

What is anger, I asked her grinningly,

An act of retribution, she replied cunningly,

Response to a misdeed and a contempt,

Is nothing, but a mischievous act in itself,

Remember my love, hostility towards you is not your fault,

Neither is the action taken in disdain and swart,

So why become perversive, if you know the right accord....