Somber & Sorrow

A Wounded Lover's Tale

In the quiet depths of my soul's despair,
I see the pains I've caused, a heavy burden to bear.
With every careless word, a dagger's thrust,
I've wounded her heart, shattered her trust.

Her tears, like rain, fall softly on my soul,
Each drop a reminder of my failure, my toll.
In her eyes, I see the anguish I've wrought,
A love once vibrant, now withered, distraught.

I reach out, but my touch only brings more pain,
My love, a wildfire, now ashes in the rain.
I am the architect of this heartache, it's true,
And yet, I'm powerless to undo what I've done to you.

For in my blindness, I failed to see,
The depth of her love, the strength of her plea.
But now, in this silence, I kneel and confess,
My heart aching with sorrow, my soul in distress.

Forgive me, my love, for the wounds I've inflicted,
For the pain I've caused, for the love I've restricted.
I vow to mend what's broken, to heal what I've torn,
To love you more deeply than ever before.

But words are hollow without deeds to match,
So I'll rebuild our love, brick by careful batch.
And though the scars may linger, a reminder of my sin,
I'll spend my days proving my love again and again.