As I sit here thinking of you,
My darling Cinta, my sweet puppy,
All I can think of is how it has all gone askew
Of how I’ve been such a dummy.
I spent day after day
Thinking of ways to let you know
But I couldn’t think of the words to say
I didn’t think of the emotions you would undergo.
I’m so sorry, ever so sorry
For how this has all turned out!
Don’t let in the worry
And I beg you not to pout!
My sweet, darling, Cinta,
To me you are a puppy
Coloring my heart magenta
Playful and funny.
To the rest of the world
You may just be another man, another guy
Having been hurled
Through life and into the sky.
But not to me, never to me
You mean the world to me!
So I send you this plea,
I don’t want you to be angry!
If I could turn back the clocks of time
And have another chance to do this over
I’d make it clear I still want you to be mine
So it wouldn’t turn for the worse in a blur.
I mean every word I write
As I beg your forgiveness
Through the day and the night
Sleepless and tearless.
I’ve cried myself dry
Thinking of your anger
As I try to nullify
Your ill temper.
I don’t want this to end
Not here, not now.
You’re more than just a friend
So to you I make this vow.
I don’t ever want to hurt you
Never again, not on purpose.
We’ll make it through
This ugly abyss!
In Malay, "Cinta" means love, it is a term of endearment I use for my boyfriend as is "puppy" in the case of this poem.
