Forgive Me Please

I can say I’m sorry time and again.

I can say that I love you, and I do.

But actions speak louder than words

And sometimes my actions seem to say I

Don’t. But words are all I really have so….

When I say I love you I really mean:

I dream of autumn leaves falling from trees.

I think of water in a stream. (Remember

The scripture that says “thy peace be as a

River, and thy righteousness as the waves of

The sea”? ) And I think of the first time that I

 Gave my dreams to you in that half-lit grove.

When I was standing at that pew and you

Sat on the old wooden bench: and we dreamed.