Tears

Darling I love you. Words can not tell.
And whenever I hurt you, it hurts me as well.
Sometimes I act callous and do things that hurt.
Sometimes from my mouth, words carelessly blurt.

Sometimes without thinking, I do something bad.
I don't think when I do it. But I make you feel sad.
I hate when I do such , and wish I had not.
I want to fling myself down, to die and to rot.

For Dear, I do love you, more than words can convey.
In spite of my actions, or the things I might say.
I would never intend, to make you feel pain.
And when I have hurt you, my tears fall like rain.

I want to just hold you, and make you feel right.
To pay some sort of penance, to make up for my slight.
To show you how badly, I hurt down inside,
For being so stupid to hurt my sweet bride.

If someone else hurt you, the way that I've done,
I would want to destroy them, with fists or a gun,
But dear, your attacker, was none other than I.
The hurt was not meant, so I sit here and cry.

Oh, please won't you find some way to forgive me.
I love you so dearly, and hope you can see,

My appologies to readers here, but the poem was not finished at the time I wrote it, and my wife has now left me, leaving me without the heart to finish it for now. I include it here because I feel that even in its unfinished state, it is worth preserving and sharing.

Scott
Dec, 1998