I Take the Blame

All by myself, alone, I softly chant your name, Own up for our defunct weeping bond and I take the blame. It was our love very pure and not lusty lure, Unsure, kaput and insecure I thirstily quest for love’s cure…… Cannot truly imagine that I let you go, I own up and take the blame, But for us to be happy I did so, To silently blow off our love’s flame….. My heart I am sure you did not know, Was tattered and torn from the time I let you go, I wish our bonds could have fondly stayed on, Woven intertwined with emotions, enameled with love’s lacquerers firmly bound. But I still take the blame, Too late for me as this body I had lit and set aflame. Till our laden guilt we overcame…. From above as my body burned, Saw your woeful self as you wailed in lament and yearned I take the blame.It is now too late, I take the blame