In shadows cast by selfish dreams, I see the sorrow's silent streams, For once I thought just of my own, Ignoring seeds of love we'd sown. Forgive my heart, it went astray, And led us to this disarray. Your tears reflect the pain I drew, I'm sorry, love, for hurting you. With tender words, I hope to mend, The broken chords, our hearts defend. For in your eyes, a world resides— A world where love and truth abide. So let us weave the threads anew, I'm sorry—for my love is true.