He has taken umbrage at my words

He has taken umbrage at my  words
He does not trust my  love, now I feel  sad
Sentenced me to death, oh ,how absurd

Would he feel so  bad were I a bird?
Oh, stone the crows .He must feel I am   bad
He has taken umbrage at my  words

Is what I said or wrote what he has heard?
His rage is more than anger, he seems mad
He sentenced me to death, oh ,how absurd

Still ,from my writing I am not deterred
In a way, I have been feeling glad
He has taken umbrage at my  words

Though, a conversation I’d prefer
He must be   very sensitive, by blood
He sentenced me to death,  this life’s absurd

I shall not retaliate , throw mud
That might  bring uncivil war on us
He has taken umbrage at my  words
He  is sulking still, oh ,how absurd