Forgive me

There are times,
When your eyes are soused,
And the rationale is me.
Let me kiss your tears away,
Let me make you blissful again.

There are times,
When your countenance becomes necropolis,
And the rationale is me.
Let me requite that lambency,
Let me make you virile again.

There are times,
When your heart bemoans,
And the rationale is me.
Let me remit its sinew,
Let me make you cogent again.

There are times,
When your palm denies coupling mine,
And the rationale is me.
Let me hold you in my arms,
Let me make you feel impervious again.

For all the roguery I've done,
Which made you demur your obstinacy,
To be with a imbecile like me.
I sit on my knees,
With an arched head,
And yoke my palms,
In front of you,
To purge.
I AM SO SORRY, for rancid things I've done.
I AM SO SORRY, for I'm the rationale for your pique.
I AM SO SORRY, for I've made you dolorous.
I am a transgressor and must be judged
But my love is pious, my feelings candid.
May be today I've lost your trust,
And made your heart spurt.
But I promise, I'll darn everything
With all the love in my heart
And bring you back to life.