I Was Wrong
Excerpt from, 'The Sad Troubadour'
While kindness and the caring tokens pass,
all inhibitions looming from the dark
who see it as philandering, they harrass
each dedication made as one black mark.
I honour and obey the rules to mention
women who have praised me for my words,
adore me, and for reasons why, intention
helps a maiden for the sheer rewards.
No malice or intent has been conceived,
forgiven while the motivation's chance
the genuine convictions one believed,
was asking, "How I felt about romance?"
If charm for me depicted love affairs
I'd rather be alone than make mistakes
for if offending those and no-one cares
I guess my time was wasted for their sakes.
No comment made will mend a broken heart
for afterthought in serenade to song
which understands the meaning, "torn apart",
can leave it with the sorrow, "I was wrong."
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2008
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