Where We Turned Foolish

Have I assailed your virtue and your soul,
For which I have such genuine respect
And tenderness, in so harsh and stiff-necked
A manner as to take this great a toll?
Are you unwell, my love, mad and unwhole,
Because of me? Why did you not object?
You knew my passion could be easily checked;
Am I a monster, some ungodly troll?

If I apologize, you will mistake
My meaning, thinking that I would accept
Some blame for both our loving and our break.
I can accept no blame. It was inept,
This sorrowful affair, but now, awake,
We see where we turned foolish, while we slept.

Our Hearts, Part 18