I understand.
You're threatened by my immortality.
I get it.

I'm sorry that when I fly,
I  really ****** take off!.
So high that even the Gods favor me.

I'm sorry that I must watch you die,
as I relish in the cycle of life again.
Forgive me my love.

Forgive me for being fearless that day,
when I flew so hard,
my wings turned to flames,
ignited by the sun,
claiming my death,
laying my ashes at your feet.

Actually,
I'm not sorry,
you knew I was a Phoenix when you married me.