I can perceive that you are infuriated.

I can intuit that you are disenchanted.

I can get the impression that you are heartrending.

I know everything is my imperfection this time.

And I’m really repentant for it.

You told me perhaps you should do the identical thing.

But at last you dint do it.

I saw your words in FB.

All of your tête-à-tête and cajole.

And I feel glum when I set eyes on it.

But I realize that I made the gaffe in the beginning.

And I have zilch to nitpick about.

I hope all those will come to a culmination soon.

I hope I will be back to your heart and not temporary folder.

I hope you know I feel grief too.

Mi amas vin.