I gave her a haven, a place to belong,
A shield from the chaos, a place to grow strong.
I offered my heart, my time, my embrace,
Only to hear it was all out of place.

She says she felt pressured, confined in my care,
That my love was a burden too heavy to bear.
Regret, she whispers, for years spent with me,
A shadow cast over what I thought we could be.

I didn’t mean to make her feel so constrained,
I tried to bring comfort, not leave her pained.
Yet now, I’m the villain in her story’s refrain,
The one who brought heartache, the source of her strain.

But still, I wonder, was it all in vain?
The love that I gave, the joy, and the pain?
Though she may forget, I carry the cost,
Seven years of my love, now seen as lost.