You should realize you were wrong,
Came my heart's verdict with a gong.
Opting for an apology,
My head thought of a loose sorry.
No, said my contrite heart:
No room for any art.
Look straight in hurt eyes,
And fair, humble apologize.
Tell they were right all along,
Tell it was you who was wrong.
Not just apology,
She deserved life-long honesty
From now and hereon,
Treat past as long be gone.
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Musings |01.03.2020|
Topic: love, hurt, apology
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I would like to translate this poem
Realisation, repentance, regret- characteristics of a cultured heart. He possesses it is lucky
A great observation, dear PNDN, and thanks fir visiting this poem.