I forgave her a long time ago actually.
I realized, she wasn’t at fault anyway;
She just chose wrong, and walked away
On realizing it. I guess, I was kinda silly,
Too emotional, and not really good
At anything, except to dream and brood.
And her instinct kicked in to save her.
The book says: a female needs a mate
Who can provide as well as procreate.
I hadn’t material inclinations to persuade her.
And he listened well, but judged it right
When her dad said my prospects weren’t bright.
And with what could I tilt the scales of fate?
Reminding her of her first tender kiss laid
On my unshaven chin; or our first date
In the ice-cream shop, for which she paid;
The card I drew, which she said was totally mad?
Against her instinct, and wisdom of her dad.