A Lover's Tiff

A Lover’s Tiff
Stinging retributions
Uttered in haste,
Yet tears her lips
Are forbidden to taste.
Unable to unleash
The dull ache appears,
And remains,
Despite her lover’s caress
Fleetingly,
Held tight to her breast.
Willing her heart to hope,
And capture the smile
He stole
Unknowingly,
She empties her soul.