Another late night lament

So here I am alone again
and the tears keep rolling down
they have made a trail on the ground
knocking me off my feet.

I know now what I denied then
I cringed with fear at the sound
scared of somehow being bound
into Damocles' seat.

That you were Heaven sent
I can not deny myself now
It haunts me every step I take
like an incessant drumming beat.

And now I regret my foolish mistake
I am ready to repent
whatever steps it takes to amend
I am willing to somehow.

For all we are is holy cows
and all we can hope to be
is fragrance of the blooming flower
if only she would return to me.