Not A Love Letter

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.