Heart lonely and desolate,
Like a boulevard on searing summer noon,
Eyes bloodshot, like an eclipsed moon,
Tears which were precious like pearls,
Today fall like grains of shattered glass,
Words with nothing, but innocent nd careless thought,
Hurt nd pain, and nothing else they have brought,
Misunderstanding, bitterness,
Far away even from shadow of yesterday's happiness,
Hurt, broken nd torn apart,
By words or was it by destiny,
My love, the only beat of my heart,
I say these words, not to shrug blame,
Because, to that innocence,
I can't lay any claim,
I write these words,
To say I am sorry,
To say that I love you,
Like a poet can love his prose,
Like a lover loves a tender rose,
To ask you to return where our love grows,
And forgive your naive lover,
Because what we have is too precious,
To be this far forever....