A crime

Ah,did you throw away the  ripened fruit,
Because inside it hid a hardened stone?
As anything not total does not suit.
Love’s ambivalence seems to you a crime

Don’t throw away my love when I  offend
For I am human too and lose my sense
As tension makes it difficult to bend
And sometimes even love is too intense.

Rather,see  the love there still may be
And balance that against my human faults
Instead,one mark ,one sin  one thought unfree,
Weighs more than years of love,binds me in guilt.

As panic  will grow less when we just wait
In such a way, real love can contain hate