“Your retaliation is unspeakable. For this alone, you must forgive me for my treatment of you.""Still high-handed?""I literally risked my neck just now to say that in front of you.”

“Crown Of Love They say it fades if you let it, love was made to forget it. i carvedyour name across my eyelids, you pray for rain i pray for blindness.if you still want me, please forgive me, the crown of love is not upon me.if you still want me, please forgive me, because the spark is not within me.i snuffed it out before my mom walked in my bedroom.the only thing that you keep changin' is your name. my love keepsgrowin' still the same, just like cancer, and you won't give me astraight answer!if you still want me, please forgive me, the crown of love has fallen from me.if you still want me, please forgive me, because your hands are not upon me.i shrugged them off before my mom walked in my bedroom.the pains of love, and they keep growin', in my heart there's flowersgrowin' on the grave of our old love, since you gave me a straightanswer.if you still want me, please forgive me, the crown of love is not upon me.if you still want me, please forgive me, because the spark is not within me.it's not within me.it's not within me.you gotta be the one. you gotta be the way. your name is the onlyword, the only word that i can say!”

“And now, dear Lord, I acknowledge afresh that You are the God of all peace, my Jehovah-Shalom. My job is to receive. you give me Your peace. My job is to take it. You lead me to Your still waters. My role is to follow. You extend Your hand. My role is to take hold. My I enjoy Your presence and the tranquility of the still waters where You pour out your promise of peace. Amen.”

“But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?”

“He blinks. Touches the side of my face, near my eyes. My eyes that are blue now, not green. With oval irises."I'm still me," I say, because my greatest fear now is that he doesn't want a hybrid Amy.He cocks an eyebrow. "You think I care if your eyes are blue or green? I just care about you." His hand slips down my arm, and he wraps his pinky finger around mine."You came back to me," I say, my voice breaking over unshead tears of joy."I'll always come back to you," he tells me pulling me close.Always.”

“But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony - Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up - take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now.”