Alas Dear Madam

Alas Dear Madam Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged by gesture, savage word, or deed, thus giving thee cause for sorrow, importuning your heart to bleed? Have I, dear Madam, given thee injury so rank and so low as to merit your cool design to suffer me the status quo? Dear Madam, have I deceived thee and showered thee with silken lies, or primed thee with honeyed words that cloak dark purpose in disguise? Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee did I meanly perpetrate. no grievous sin did I commit, nor cold insult dedicate. My grossest error, dear Madam, was to unknowingly explore the pride sleeping in your bosom and its delicacy ignore. So, dear Madam, please forgive me for the numb bruises I thee gave to that one part of a woman which no man should ever brave.