Once, Twice, Three Times I'M Sorry

How, when sorry needs to recreate an afterwards that stood for miles on end, the heat from wrong that gallantly saw wind contained the air of thanks by this request. Amazing turn of foot from ice cold stare, went warm as if the earth had filtered thin an atmosphere to weep, it drowned me there, where half way dark had sin to put me in. I wade in water slowly it would fill a caution to the next to conquer deep. Persuasion cannot alter one appeal but turn to gold a promise I can keep. The hate my understanding love assumes, cannot be one to please or even think would weaken blood the memory presumes.., having happened twice, then faith may shrink. It simmers there above the finest hold, a patience seeking whole to please a phrase when feelings from the heart are surely cold to melt away the things forgiveness solved.