the 14th

You listen careful
to the simplest wishes of my days
You mend my gestures
small enough, to make immense
and even though it seams
there isn't much to gain.
You point the bright spots
rays that keep on rushing
through my rain.

I'm sorry and I know,
that there is no excuse
for absent flowers, twisted truths
You're raving hurt because of my neglect
and missed me far too long
embracing all dangers of regret
Please forgive me.
How can I forget, that I'm in love.
Forever at your debt.