My valentine.

This valentines I apologise to her ,
I tried to be genuine, truthful ,loving. ...
My intentions subject to my unwarranted actions.
I would like my explanation to hold and she to give me a spot in her thoughts ,
My pride my directive to my misfortune ,
'How she and I would be the most ideal epitome of St. Valentines. '
But how hopless my fantasies be.

Candles light every street acknowledging this idea of love ,
I hide at this parallel dark-filthy end ,
Thoughts sprint tirelessly in my medulla,
Self- Pity and guilt take prime ,
This path I've chosen ,certainly not my preferred one.
I'd do extremes to undo my mistakes ,give her a bouquet of chocolate-scented roses.
Treat her like the queen she is ,the lady of my century.

Big dreams big risks _ I dial to utter my apology
Hope the good God listens ....
.....
.......there's a victory in every loss they say , I doubt it.
There is no country for cheats , for me and me.
My heartfelt apology is denied , my pride stucked up my ass.

Everything is at a standstill, the heart is too slow too confused to beat.
My eyes too watery to enjoy the apparent beautiful view.
The brain is locked can't see a further horizon of hope.
Life is no more reason to celebrate ,she defined it.
This liver is forever failing _no solace in alcohol.
Its a horizon I lose to , can't learn to overcome this fear ,
I am off balance.

Maybe am unique , life goes on
People say no , time turns the world moves on
Now I have a free spirit that has no regret in loving her.
Under the sun this wound will heal , ..


One.