An apology

Oh, to compare thee to a summer's day
Would be to sound a bit cliché.
To write of you would be unfair
As my many words could not compare.

I write of my love for you,
Yet these words still barely do;
As all my words do sound dull
Because either's shine renders them null.

If this pen could let truth flow,
Then emotion's colors would surely show,
But Sorrow forever follows
As my god sincerely knows.

Frustration never ceases to persist
As long as my writing does insist.
It is to calm, but does the opposite
As your peace it should not inhibit.

So, sorrow I feel, much indeed,
That my wish is just to bleed,
But I wish not to hurt, just to heal
And long have I tried to make this real.

An apology meaningful to thee,
I write as sincere as can be.
I wish I could undo everything;
I wish to end both our suffering.

I set into motion without any given notion
Of what in creation would come of this vile potion.
Oh would I drink if for me the end would blink
To every pain I think and every thought of the brink.

As this sorrow flows,
My heart feels the tips of arrows,
Because to you I've brought
Nothing I would have wrought.

I will ask to have your forgiveness,
Though I expect none to come,
For me to drop this is all you press
And doing this would make me numb.

So onward I will go,
This lesson well I will know,
But naught I will feel
As this seems so surreal.

This I promise in my heart as in ink,