Forgive my contemptuous ways and incivility. Allow me to slide into your embracing arms to feel home once more while my heart storms fleety beats of chemistry. Remember not the deeds I have scarred to wound you, forget not the words I try to soldierly keep by. The roots of entwinement slither perfectly as they live to flourish. I dream of spring time in autumn, and summer in winter. Might I have forsaken Cherish; might you have bequeathed another chance. The wondrous tomorrows we forecast veil themselves with ambiguousness. May today perform its best.

The words I have to say are the words you may refuse.