My mouth can get the better of me
When my brain pops off
Without a safety catch.
The words come out malformed
And misaligned,
In spite of my true feelings and intentions.

The words of that great bard
Ed Sheehan echo in the aftermath -
“Trust and respect is what we do this for”.
And although we also share
So much more than that together,
I always regret when my love forgets
To carry those two core principles
That we worked so hard to establish.

I owe you better behaviour
Than ever forgetting that.
And although Emmanuel Kant
Does not dictate the terms of our love,
We owe each other a better love
Than I gave to you in those moments.

So here I am, and here it is -
I love you,and I’m sorry.
Despite your insistences,
I am often not perfect,
And it is important to acknowledge that,
So that I can work towards
Being perfect for you,
In the manner that we both understand.

All that I ever find myself wanting
To improve on and achieve in this life,
Is anything that will allow me
To build a better life for us,
And to be a better man,
For you and you alone.

I never thought I’d find myself praying
All these years after giving it up,
But if there is a God in this world,
Then the most beautiful gift
He has ever blessed me with
Is to be known and be loved by you.

I swear that I will fall in contrition,
Offer my words and my heart every day,
If it will bring happiness, peace, and love.
And if there is no God above,
I couldn’t be the least bit phased,
Because I would still pray to you, my love,
And have them answered every day.