A Poem: An Apology

What words from this poor heart did come
to take from you my sweet love's flame?
What soul-less beast did I become,
that even my lips forsake their name?
Oh Dearest love of heaven's grace,
would that I could see you now.
And with a gentle touch replace,
my words with this, love's truest vow.
All sights we shall, with eyes entwined
behold with hands in soft embrace.
And beyond these mortal cares confined,
let unworthy words my soul replace.

-M