Forgive me, my love, for I wandered like a lost traveler

Forgive me, my love, for I wandered like a lost traveler, On the enchanted caravel of our lives, I traveled through blooming fields, But slipped away like a subtle and enticing melody. In the garden of your heart, I found shelter and rest, A haven of tranquility, like stories woven in moonlight, But I couldn't vigilantly watch over the early buds, I left, letting them discover their own heights. Forgive me, my love, for the long and deep nights, When our dreams intertwined like threads of gold, On the sky of your life, I unfurled like a celestial traveler, But disappeared into the timeless mist of silence. In your eyes, I deciphered unspoken secrets and hidden mysteries, On your lips, I tasted the essence of eternal love, But as a pilgrim of infinity, I didn't know how to stay, To share the heavy and unwavering burden of our existence. Forgive me, my love, for leaving the labyrinth of your soul, Leaving your heart to weep in bitter isolation, But even as a traveler through the twists and turns of your life, I loved passionately, like a sunrise ablaze in fiery flames. Now, as a memory, you will carry within you the echo of my pilgrim, A traveler who sowed seeds of love on the untrodden path, And perhaps, in another spring, on another day of grace, You will forgive the traveler who passed through your magical and mysterious world.