We had our first fight today
It is the twenty-third of May
No tiff, no spat, and no debate,
An argument of class first-rate
And out of it we both came
With more than just a little pain
Often, it is hard to find
The set of her emotions, and her mind
Then it is my cutting tongue
That lashes out with insults sung
I saw it in her eyes just then
And nothing I can do or send
Will mend the hole I tore in her
Or make her feel much better
Only time and tender loving care
Will show her that I'm really there
For just as long as she may want
This is a marathon, not just a jaunt
I swear to God in Heaven above
To prove to Him and her, it's her I love.