It Was Your Grace That I Still Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

not your rage, not your age,
not your rashness to jump into a hasty conclusion,
not your hardheadedness,
not your anger, or hate, or
unwanted pregnancy,
not your cries for help when i was away
not your hangover, your hang-ups
not your angst,

it was still your grace that i love
the one which tries to figure out why things did not happen the way we planned it.
it was your patience which keeps on saying
till death.