An Apologetic Bloom

To my dear sweetest contemporaries,
My guilt to thee beyond words;
When thou see my whim varies,
A sweetest boon given by our lord.

O my dearest companion,
Would thou accept my bloom;
An apologetic amatory compassion,
So worth it could light my gloom.

O my sweetest adoration,
Thy forgiveness is my remedies;
Don't let it be a vain adulation,
When thou decline to give thy mercies.

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