Alexithymia

A poem I sent today

In the depths of remorse, I humbly confess,
My heart weighed heavy with regret's distress.
Through these humble words, I hope you'll see,
The depths of my sorrow and love for thee.

Like a wayward star, I lost my way,
Causing pain that lingers, day by day.
For the hurt I've caused, I hold my shame,
In this tender verse, I take the blame.

Oh, my love, with tear-stained eyes,
I offer this poem as my soul's reply.
In the tapestry of our love's embrace,
I find solace in memories I can't erase.

Each word, a thread of love's vibrant hue,
Weaving a tapestry of me and you.
But my actions tore at the fabric we wove,
Leaving a void, a shattered treasure trove.

With every verse penned, my heart does bleed,
For the love I lost, and the pain I decreed.
Yet within this anguish, a truth does rise,
That my love for you still fiercely lies.

Through sunlit days and moonlit nights,
You remain etched in my soul's true light.
I yearn to hold you, to ease your strife,
To bring back the joy we once shared in life.

I stand before you, with humility,
Begging forgiveness for my frailty.
Know that my love, though marred by my sin,
Burns brighter still, from deep within.

If fate allows, grant me a chance to prove,
That my love for you remains steadfast and true.
In actions, not words, my devotion shall speak,
As I strive to make amends and heal the weak.

But if our paths diverge, and love's flame fades,
Know that my heart carries the love we made.
I'll cherish the moments, the laughter we knew,
And pray that happiness finds its way to you.

This poem stands as a testament, my sincere plea,
For your forgiveness, from the depths of me.
I'm sorry, my love, with every breath,
Hoping for redemption, and love's sweet caress.