Sorry...

We mean the word,

We say the word,

Its hard to say, this single word,

&  even harder to show...

Not cause you might feel inferior,

But because its simply scary to be so open,

The last thing on my mind was to hurt you,

The one thing on my mind was my loneliness,

On a day to be with family, A family not by blood,

But pure at heart and full of love,

I picked you...

Life might be vast, with it's mistakes and perfections,

Each of those with a flaw of its own,

Not so perfect, when you think about it...

Love carries a river, Clear and strong,

Calm when damned,

Savage when released...
Intention's are fogged often with thought,
If you look closely, its really easy,
Easy to see, the honesty...
Cause every action holds a meaning,
Without explanations but often clear with reason...

Its hard to capture any emotion,

Cause nothing holds still, even for a second,

So i cannot defend my intention, nor can i clear this mist,

That clouds the definable truth,

All i can do is show you, if u let me,

The meaning...

Even when there was none, 

Better yet the truth,

Not of being sorry... 

But loving someone enough,

Enough to say it...

Simply that...

The least selfish thing we have to give....

By Yoshith Perera

Written on the 14th of April 2008