My Words To Her

Your beauty, 

So often expressed in his words, 

Is only confirmed by pictures proudly displayed; 

Simple reminders of a love that runs much deeper than I could ever imagine. 

It was never my place to lay my unwashed hands on such a masterpiece, 

Nearly destroying what can never be rebuilt. 

If the moments preceding this could be destroyed instead, 

I would pour the gasoline and strike the match myself. 

Daring as it once seemed, 

The actions of two wandering fools were nothing more than selfish in origin 

Despite the lack of conscious premeditation. 

Your hatred for me will not be denied, 

For I am well aware that I am more than deserving of it, 

Carrying myself as though there was no wrongdoing,

 Though I must admit that I am living a lie. 

My apologies will never suffice, nor will they mend what has been broken 

Yet I offer them freely with no remorse as I stand here beneath you,

 For my love for him could never compare to yours.-