a price too dear to pay

...and this poem spurred by observing lovers having a tiff and wondering what would be if they knew to simply concede...

she be invasive with her prying
he be evasive, to answer, denying
together a team doomed
between them a war loomed...
to know to walk away
far as possible to stay
while each vent a frustration different
a stalemate reached, of this both observant.
he be unsure what happening, why she upset
she be thinking he hiding something, prodding an answer to get
and even though from mars be men
as warmongers women score a perfect ten.
and after the shell shock of a perfect attack
he try to find his path to her heart back
a slight simmering of uncertainty to let him in
but then she looks at him and sees his love , to turn him away would be a sin.
the cogs of the brain they churn
and turn
both men and women need to learn
that either wrong or right in a moment heated
best to keep level headed rather than conceited.

RB.