Truce

The situation is far from funny

but one has to laugh to keep from crying

You know you've met your match

when the gloves just keeping on flying

Who is going to be the one

to throw in the white flag

Stubbornness will never win

neither will being a nag.

As I take a breath and try to focus

at my opponent in front of me

bruised, bleeding & wincing as such

in pain but refuses to flee.

As angry as we are we can never deny

something is telling us to quit

We are bigger than this & friends way too long

we must really end this SH*@

So I reach in my pocket to clean the blood 

from off my opponent's face

Then I looked at my hand shocked to see this flowy white thing

it was the flag made out of lace

As I looked in the mirror at my own bruised face

I cried at what had to be

My opponent turned & wiped my tears

and said, "Thank you for loving me"