The Death of Love

Resentment will devour you,
And it will make you see

Mere phantoms of things that, untrue,

Will make you want to flee. 

 

Resentment will eat at your heart

And fill your ears with doom.

At loved ones, throw the poisoned dart—

Love slips into the tomb.

 

Resentment is the enemy

Of love and listening—

They’ll hang, rotating, from a tree

Or die from hatred’s sting. 

 

Resentment is the death of love;

So, you should never blame—

Instead, release forgiveness’ dove

To fly above the flame.