‘Tis best to give the other “slack,” I hear;
‘Tis best not give the other tension tight.So easy be it to complain a bit when life seems hard to me, you, Dear.
Yet choose I not to scorn or cry at all for blessings great demand no bite.
We are among the few I know who love most strong without respite nor slack.
O’r love—‘tis right!
I wish to have you know, my Paul, my Dear,
That love I on and on and on—out’ sight.
We do forgive in daily life, you see—
You, too, give “slack” in ire oft’ time to me.