2 peaches make a pear

2 peaches make a pear
and I am married to my favorite Ryder.
I am forgiveness, all and everyone,
The South has risen,
And I am done.
Free at last
The last cry
It doesn't matter why.
I have the life I wanted,
However hard
Or haunted
I have the man I love
No matter how imperfect,
Or complicated
Perhaps the truth is overrated,
I don't know.
I can say this,
In truthfulness,
I loved, in some way,
Everyone,
And wished them well,
And wished them the best
And wished them happiness.
I wanted a fairy tale,
But didn't think about the wickedness,
That often comes with those,
I wanted Prince Charming,
And I got him, thorns and all,
No matter what I can't recall,
Or even,
What I can.
And even if I do not understand.
Whatever else anyone has been,
I've been true to me,
True to him,
And done the best I could,
And know everyone else has too.
And if this world was not reality, or is not,
Parts of it have been so real to me,
And I wouldn't change it,
Or have it any other way.
I don't know what else to say accept,
There is always time for change and truth
Forgiveness and apologies
And faith for those who do believe.
It all begins at home,
Where the heart is,
In dark nights,
With lights on,
And strength,
Like no body ever knew I had.
As for what is right and what is wrong,
I think I heard it in a song,
Sometime long ago.