How do I make up what has been done,
I have hurt your mother and her son.
Vengeance has broke our hearts,
I should have held onto our love from the start.
I have no way to make this up to you,
Maybe there is still love that will act like glue.
The way I have acted is no excuses,
You seem to be hurt and over the abuse.
To make this up I would do what ever I can do,
Just to prove that I still love you.
Please do not leave me to this fate,
I will be here because you are worth the wait.
You need your space to sort your thoughts,
I will understand if you tell me to get lost.
All I know is there is pain where there was love,
Is it too late for us or has it flown away on the wings of a dove?