I'm sorry for the things that I said
for not showing you understanding instead
I let my mouth say words that stung
instead I should have bridled my tongue
I love you for who you are
to even smoking on your cigar
love is not blind, because I can see
the magnificent person you are to me
I love your humour, your slant upon life
you make me see things on the funny side
I love your hairy fingers and your knobbly knees
because these things do not matter at all to me
You are compassionate and thoughtful
and I can be to you, quite awful
I have written this poem, with the view
To say, I am sorry and I love you