I would have transcribed you an epistle of my unrivalled love for you Would have written that I need you the way a lost mariner needs the Polaris But this is not a letter of love, for you'd deem those words spurious And why wouldn't you? What have I done yet to evince my endearment for you?
So I transcribe you an epistle, one that has my apology. I rue for the myriad nights of ache I put you through, Rue for the tears you've shed unchaperoned, tears I didn't wipe. I implore your pardon for the times I spurned your pleas.
I leave them behind now, And set off for an odyssey of love. I'll write a tale of love betwixt you and me, (Betwixt you and you, me and me) I'll write a tale of self love.