The Inconstancy of this Forgiveness

by

McKenna Byrne

Forgiving you is an inconstant flame
That flares and dies within my soul or heart,
(I know not which), at mention of your name,
But comes and goes with its own will apart.
Perhaps I lack capacity; perhaps it takes
Great practise or a less mercurial mind;
One thing is certain - it is not love that makes
An injured heart forgive - love's not so kind.
Time's gift, maybe - some adjunct of old age
With passion just a memory, and your face
Fallen prey to time, that shows the wage
Of years where life has carved its trace -
But come or go forgiveness, forever lies
The bright undying memory of your eyes.

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