Before writing this poem
The first thing I want to say is
Please forgive me
Forgive me before your fiery confession of love
Opted for retreat
In this glass of love
There was only inexplicable confusion and trepidation
All my passions and pursuits
The morning has faded and turned yellow
Can't stand the scrutiny of the years
My heart
Overlapping the vague wounds of the past
And yes, every relationship comes
The path of my life has long since gone astray
The only thing left for you in the end is yes
