For reasons; they were hidden.
I've been thanked, loved, beaten,
But not forgiven.
"Blessed are they that are not afraid,"
And as I look at you, I know
Here I'm weak, here you're brave.
I judged with a fist
And a stony face, and gavel;
I babbled on like a lawyer,
But you welcomed my drivel.
And with an open heart, you let me in,
Accepted back to where I belong.
No-one else knows where I've been.
I loved like a lost wolf:
Your bitemarks, my rack of lamb.
Full moon is come, there's no infection,
My love, oh, you still stand.
And with your hand you do absolve me,
Tame the beast, so he believes
That all else is raindrops;
You're the sea.