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Regret flows from the depths of my soulWith the strength of a floodI have held these gates shut for too longAnd though tormenting, they should not be stopped.The thought of your anguishEven as I write to you nowStops my heart coldAs well it shouldWhat I see in front of meIs a painting of our loveIts most thoughtful brushstrokesMottled by hurried abstraction and inattentionA person who had not seen this masterpiece createdMight think it to be refuse and pass it by unknowinglyLetting be obscured the deep beauty of its many scenesBy layers of the tarnish of mistreatmentBut as the painterI see beyond the dark smearsTo recall the hours that I attended to the detailsAnd wonder how I could let it become so discoloredThe painting that took me my life to createHas lost its divinity in my careless treatmentAnd even if I were to refine itI fear you would always see it as it is todaySo today I paint a new masterpieceOne inspired by the muse of respectA work that you can love through our old ageOne that you will look to each day for inspirationThis one will take some timeAs I want my brushstrokes to be carefully placedI need to move steadily to ensure that this time,My art represents my dreamThis is my opusDon't judge me on my past worksAs I have never before had so much skill and inspirationAnd never before have I wanted to please you as I do todayWith you and my children as my museI will paint for you a lifetimeA portrait of devotion and friendshipA panorama of passion and admirationAll I ask is that you gaze upon it with an open heartAnd you shall unquestionably love me again
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