Love's Woe

I can't remember everything you said,
But you were talking very fast and loud
About the way I failed to make you proud,
There was something about ingesting lead
Until I was disabled, deaf, or dead,
And who would care enough to buy a shroud?
You told me you were bloody but unbowed,
I think, then turned and hit me on the head.

That hurt. It wasn't just a glancing blow,
But solid and unkind. It made me pant,
Complain, and whimper. You began to rant
Impressively about the Bible, snow,
My thoughtlessness, and, I believe, love's woe.
I have tried to remember, but I can't.