Tormented by the walls of this room,
Alone in bed imagining your thoughts,  
pretentious fortitude from sorrow's groom,
Guilts' symphony invokes her stream of haunting notes,
I was wrong...

Apologies are spoken memories gone wrong,
Their acceptance behind every patient smile,
Ushers them to oblivion,
But the words to speak turn to concrete when your number I dial
I'm sorry...

I am just a lover, though my story is seldom told,
I squandered your trust for a box full of empty promises,
But the best of our memories kept me warm in the cold,
That and the sound of your voice became my fortresses,
Forgive me...

These words that you'll construe,
Tie tether to the soul of my heart,
Where your kiss grew trees that your light shines through,

I have,  I still, and I will always love you...