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Jun 2012
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What umbrage have I committed against my love?
Which insult weighs heaviest
upon her patience?
My callous actions continually hurting
the one I desire above all others.
Is it my carelessness?
My failure to think before acting?
Is it my salacious nature
that overwhelms her multifaceted heart?
How does one acquire forgiveness?
What must a man do, to clean
the slate of his transgressions?
Must I suffer, if so
then leaving me alone this way
is punishment enough.
But if angry words need be vented
then vent them upon me.
I shall remain silent
until your rage subsides,
and you give me leave
to speak once again.
Forgive my umbrage my love.
I hold my tongue in anticipation.
I will do all I must to earn your forgiveness.
Until then, I wait faithfully
for your hand
to reach through the walls of my solitude,
and drag me back into your incomparable embrace.
Max Goering June 2012
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