‘Hiya baby, I’m sorry I was a *******,
I don’t mean to make excuses but I’ve been so tired lately’,
With a tear in his eye that was what he had said,
Praying it was enough for her to forgive him greatly,
But she didn’t want to be hurt anymore,
With head against his shoulder, caring.
She said her mind was at ****** war,
A fight that she was finding so unbaring,
His heart, in pieces, on the floor shattered,
Unable to love himself he found all his happiness in her.
She was the only thing that mattered.

He beheld her within his brown eyes,
A goddess on Earth in front of him she lies,
Blonde hair dancing over his black pillow,
A silent promise he’d never, again, feel so low,
Blue eyes staring back with wholesome love,
Now seeing an angel he’d never believed of.

In each other’s arms they lay all that day,
And in that moment it all went away,
One thought rang around his mending mind,
‘her’,
He looked up and whispered ‘please be my lover’.