Ruth Poem by John Sensele

Sorry I hurt you, Ruth
Took long to touch your love truth
Too preoccupied was I
Sorting out my issue, so high
The tempo and temperature rose
Your concern I froze
Into the cocoon
I hoped to resolve soon
But reality stood firm
Crushing underfoot in the reckless realm
Reality deemed contrary
To amiable aspects reality deemed arbitrary
In spite of the limpid love you poured
In settings surreality underscored
Brushing aside a sacrificial sentiment
Whose drain and detriment
You and I couldn't see
In swathes where with glee
We consumed love
Uncaring whether love flew on wings of the dove
Who urged caution
Plus doses of precaution
But you suffered
In circumstances referred
To the plight and slight you perceived
From the love in full you never received
Although I've loved you all along
Despite time growing long
For apology and remorse to surface
Regardless of the expression on the face
I'd always remember
In September and December
When tears flow unabated
In romance circumstances hardly debated
It ain't too late
To clean the slate
Where we froze fragility feelings
Despite loving in levels beyond ceilings
You and I can hardly imagine
Over and above a tot of gin
May I tender the abject apology
I render with my love ideology
Cos Ruth, I love you still
Cos that's the way I feel
Right or wrong I don't care
Your love, I don't wanna scare.