To Ask For Pardon, My Love

I knew I was the sole searcher. Like a rose dying in the desert. And all the loneliness she felt. The piercing pains, oh how they hurt. I can't turn the clock back, can I? Wish to be where we were before. Euphoric bliss of love we built, Until I lost my head once more. It was not long ere I discerned, What a fool I really was Yet what excuse could I invent? She knew quite well I was the cause. She roamed the crowded streets alone Refusing all the calls I made Preferred to die in loneliness, Perhaps it was right that I paid. I had no real intention Of letting her go without me, I climbed the stairs and waited. An hour meant nothing to me. She appeared, forlorn, teary-eyed. Surprised she stood tall and defiant. On my knees, I begged a pardon. I loved her, she had to agree.