The words you said out in the garden, Dear,

Delivered on a steely blade that cuts, Dear.

But Dear, you came and made my heart come clear

And hard as glass, and fragile as my fear.

The words you said to me gave me a start.

No cruelty was meant, though cruel to do.

I'll never know the way you held your heart

But yet, I'll know that I've forgiven you.

Forgiveness is a gift we give ourselves

Forgiveness is a gift I take from you

For so I put your spite upon my shelves.

And so I take what you don't give me true.

For all these tries and trials with this stuff,

Just seventy times seven's not enough.