Forgiveness, forgiving comes easy at first;<BR>This never a task for new love.<P>She stood there gazing at nothing really through a confusing cloudiness of a hazy veil of tears while<P>Reflections in her now cautious eyes changed their normally lively electric blue to a soft yet foreboding green.<P>Holding her closly, I kissed away a tear from her sweet soft cheek, felt yielding,<BR>And whispered to her, never again.<P>Gently our lips met, parted and once again<BR>The flow of love between us warmed and tingled inside.<P>And for that precious moment it was true.<P>Yet we both knew too well of past promises<BR>Though the good intentions were always there<P>As were the strong wills and free spirits.<P>Forgiving was easy...at first.