Shukriya . . .
I envision your touch when i awaken each morning,
But ... i recall the times i ignored your warning,
I see your smile in every breath that i take,
But ... i remember our fights that i know i made,
I surrender to your love and have sweet memories thereof,
But ... i cannot forget how i pushed you away so much,
You silently endured my torrents of misbehaviour,
Yet you smiled your smile and stood as my saviour,
Drenched in my volatile words you accepted defeat i know,
Yet not a curse you uttered to unleash the fury i sowed,
I still remember the flowers you sent to apologise for my words,
Sweet words of lament at our love so rashly i threw,
Alas beware young lovers of the curse of my temper,
Be wary of my plight and endeavour to do better. . .
Folorn i sit alone and afraid,
Malignant in the destiny i made
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