the one will do whatever I say,
but then won’t let me know—
and another listens to nothing I may
say, but is not so quick to let me go—
now the first I lead and the second,
him I fight—for the world’s attention—
but, honest, to me, the both respond,
in manner, before I ever question.
so the one I favor more, for his grace,
eases me into forgetting his mercy,
and my foe’s power I know face to face,
his demeanor meaner than I choose to see—
such ingratitude seen in a setting sun—
proves my love to me, never undone.