Healing a Bleeding Rose

A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind. I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose. These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose. I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart . There the coldest winter did start. If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress. Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses. No,no,no I am sorry for writing that, its a poets bold habit of honesty, but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized. Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther. If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times. Yours truly Elliott Bowe To:Simone Descartes