Ferment.
Say no more lover of mine.
Lower your anchor, forsake anger,
give time its time.
What is broken may be healed.
Taken as token forgiveness mends much
so let sense appeal.
If bent head of regret reaches warm
shores chill might subside.
Low will rise and regretful ferment
can then be cleansed
by the tide of what we once were.
If meant sorry leads us both there
we no more need contend
so, lover of mine, let\'s start again.