The Twilight of Pride
I stand before thee, humbled and unclad,
Beneath the shadow of thy turned-away gaze;
For I have made thy gentle spirit sad,
And cast a blight upon our golden days.
Vain pride, that barren waste where love decays,
I cast aside to kneel within the light;
Let not the sun go down on our delays,
Nor leave us wandering in a silent night.
Though tempest winds did shake my voice with ire,
My heart remained a captive to thy grace;
I long to be the hearth, the comforting fire,
To banish sorrow from thy lovely face.
Bestow upon my soul a mercy sweet,
Let this dark hour be lost in memory;
I lay my contrite spirit at thy feet,
To mend the bond of our felicity.
To apologize is to weave a thread of gold through the torn fabric of affection. This poem serves not merely as an admission of error, but as a testament to an enduring devotion that values the beloved above the ego. May these stanzas open the door to forgiveness and renew the vows of the heart.
