He's always giving her a
nudge or poke
She's a victim of his every joke
He trips her as she walks by
She rises with a tear in her eye
But she brushes it away
In hopes there'll be a better day
He unties her sash, and pulls her hair
And pushes her down because of a dare
But once in awhile, he presents her with a rose
And a piece of paper where he's written some
prose
And down on his knees he smiles up into her eyes
She bends over to smell the rose, and bids him
to rise
That's what makes every offence okay
She just figures boys are made that way
Already God has instilled in her mind
To be forgiving and also to be kind
Melva
Ephesians 4: 32
And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted,
forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's
sake hath forgiven you.