An Explanation For the Decimation

We may have had none, one, two, or more Intricate mistakes we quell to adore Unconsciously transcending perfidy from the heart Counterfeit penitent that epitomizes the start Remiss to the love that ensure no art Mad that it happened, we wish it never did We tried to intact the emotions that we hid Until we hackneyed three words for bid “I love you” manifest the aspersion for real When the heart cajoled its life to kill