I’m sorry, but I can’t apologise for loving you.
It sends the message my feelings aren’t true,
And there is nothing I won’t do,
To rebuke any inclination that, that is a fact.
You knew, and I know, this isn’t something I act.
This isn’t a play nor some ploy,
This isn’t an elaborate attempt to destroy,
But to rebuild and reconstruct.
I preach but forget my sermon, watch my conduct.
I’ll practice and I’ll teach and my speech will make you weep,
But my actions will make you drown deep.
My love will be your oxygen and I’ll give you an infinite supply,
We’ll explore the deep blue and you’ll never be afraid to cry…
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016