I will try to forget the hurtful words
Remember the ones that were beautiful
I'll ask that winds not to weather lines of doubts
And return me to the day I first loved you
I remembered you were my hero
You were strong, yet gentle and kind
I laughed when you were around
Smiled when you filled my mind
I want to be admired
Loved, respected
To also do the same for you
Even if we are both imperfect beings
Flog not the relationship
Blame not the person
Belittle not the other
Think not always about yourself.
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. (Phil 4:8)
