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.