Her eyes, dark as pitch when night. In the day, bright in the sunlight. Her hair, black in jet. Shimmers of beauty when light met. Sad I have made her, twat. Now she can't look at me, I hate that. I love her, but don't know how to show. But love comes in strange forms, I do love her so. There she was, by my side. Then I threw it away, now it has died. Anger within, all directed at me. I deserve it, it is what's meant to be. As much as I fight, tough it is. I will lose, because I will miss. Regret and sorrow, is all I feel. Me to blame, maybe I should keel? I am sorry my love, I repeat to myself. Not a thousand sorry's can repair, the beauty herself. Feel sorry for me, all I have done. But she's the one who should feel this way, for what I have brung. Failed you I have, regret I do. But it had happened now, and I am a fool. My dearest, I failed