As I sit here thinking of you, My darling Cinta, my sweet puppy, All I can think of is how it has all gone askew Of how I’ve been such a dummy.
I spent day after day Thinking of ways to let you know But I couldn’t think of the words to say I didn’t think of the emotions you would undergo.
I’m so sorry, ever so sorry For how this has all turned out! Don’t let in the worry And I beg you not to pout!
My sweet, darling, Cinta, To me you are a puppy Coloring my heart magenta Playful and funny.
To the rest of the world You may just be another man, another guy Having been hurled Through life and into the sky.
But not to me, never to me You mean the world to me! So I send you this plea, I don’t want you to be angry!
If I could turn back the clocks of time And have another chance to do this over I’d make it clear I still want you to be mine So it wouldn’t turn for the worse in a blur.
I mean every word I write As I beg your forgiveness Through the day and the night Sleepless and tearless.
I’ve cried myself dry Thinking of your anger As I try to nullify Your ill temper.
I don’t want this to end Not here, not now. You’re more than just a friend So to you I make this vow.
I don’t ever want to hurt you Never again, not on purpose. We’ll make it through This ugly abyss!
In Malay, "Cinta" means love, it is a term of endearment I use for my boyfriend as is "puppy" in the case of this poem.