A Contrite Heart

In the depths of the night, where shadows roam

I pen this verse, for my heart to atone

To you, my dear, I'm speaking in rhyme

My soul laid bare, in unmeasured time

With trembling hands and a heavy sigh,

I weave these words, though they may seem to belie

The weight of sorrow, the sting of pain

That through my actions, did in your heart reign

For like a fool, I did dare to tread

Upon a path where your love has led

In careless mis-steps, I caused you harm

Rather unwittingly, I lost my gentle charm

Your tender heart, a fragile thing

I shattered it by being a careless being

Forgive me not, for I deserve

The weight of guilt that I now preserve

Yet know, dear girl, this verse I craft

Is not for pardon, nor to graft

A mended bond, a healed divide,

For that, alas, I wish I could provide

But rather, let these lines convey

Regret that haunts me each passing day

A solemn vow, to mend my ways

And learn from love's relentless maze

So take these words, as they appear,

A balm for wounds, though insincere

For though I broke your tender heart,

I wish we'd never ever be apart!