An Apology for You

I'm sorry, I didn't really mean

to capture your priceless part.

I know it sounds awfully mean

not to feel the same in my heart.

If I could stop being myself,

just to seize your inner harm.

But it is something I can't help

provoking its deluding charm.

I confess that it is so warm

to sense your loving eyes around.

Though I swear I didn't truly want

to please myself on your ground.

I don't merit all your care.

I'm not actually as you deem. 

What should I do to bare:

'Don't be allured by my beam?'

I would give you my heart,

if I owned it in fee .

 Please forgive who I am.

More than me I can not be.

Salma

13/3/2005