In the realm of love's turbulent tides,
A tale of self-reflection resides.
Her words, like shards upon my soul,
Accusing me of a self-centred role.
In shadows cast by love's mournful gaze,
I stand humbled, lost in a bewildering haze.
Her words, a mirror held before my face,
Revealing flaws and mistakes, aching to erase.
Yet, with a heart that beats for her alone,
I yearn to mend what I have sown.
Mistakes were made, a truth I confess,
But I long for forgiveness, to ease her distress.
Trust, fragile as a delicate thread,
I shattered it, filling her with dread.
But can't she see, through the haze of pain,
My love remains steadfast, unwavering, and plain?
Lost in uncertainty, I question my place,
In her life's tapestry, my role I chase.
But I am human, flawed yet sincere,
Desperate to prove my intentions are clear.
Her words, unintended, wounded my soul,
Feeling like a villain, my heart paid the toll.
But can't she understand, the depth of my strife,
And that my love for her is my guiding light?
In the depths of regret, I find solace's plea,
To mend what's broken, set her heart free.
To prove my love's depth, unwavering and true,
And banish the self-centredness she once knew.
In the realm of love's turbulent tides,
A tale of redemption now takes its strides.
From self-centredness, I strive to break free,
To be the love she deserves, eternally.

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