Alexithymia

Innocence's Poetic Plea

In shadows cast by doubt's cruel hand,
A tale of innocence, I must withstand.
Accused of cheating, though falsely I stand,
Aspersions taint the air, like shifting sand.

A heart's trust once gleamed, unmarred by deceit,
But now it crumbles, suspicions replete.
How can I disentangle webs so entwined,
When faith and loyalty are maligned?

With every word, I seek to make amends,
To prove my innocence, where it transcends.
But closed ears resist my earnest pleas,
Their doubts like walls, confining me in unease.

Yet, I'll pen a poem, a plea from my soul,
To unravel the truth, to reach my love's goal.
For in the echoes of my sincere verse,
May she discern the truth, the pain I nurse.

I swear, my love, my heart is yours alone,
No others occupy this sacred throne.
I've cherished our bond with unyielding grace,
A love that time nor distance can efface.

No whispered secrets nor clandestine desires,
Could tempt me from the love our hearts conspire.
Each moment shared, an ember in my core,
A testament of fidelity I implore.

But though I lack the proof to clear my name,
I stand tall, unwavering, bearing no shame.
For truth resides within this steadfast heart,
And it shall triumph, tearing deceit apart.

Oh, doubting heart, let not suspicion confine,
Embrace the love that once seemed so divine.
Together we can surmount this tempest's crest,
And rebuild trust on the foundation of our best.

For in the depths of love's unyielding might,
Doubts shall fade, like stars yielding to daylight.
Innocence shall soar on wings of belief,
As shadows retreat, granting solace and relief.

So, let my words be a balm for your soul,
A testament to love that can make us whole.
In this poem's essence, may you find reprieve,
And in my unwavering love, find solace, believe.