If I said I was sorry
For what I said the other day,
I don’t suppose the words
Would simply melt away?

 
I make mistakes—I’m mortal
Frail as I could be—
Confused, broken, insignificant :
The melancholy me.

 
I don’t know how to love,
That much, at least, is true,
But teach me how to love…
And I promise to love you.