Good Intentions

If this should be a night of love
Then why am I so sad?
Perhaps it is the ageing dove
Who's tale is seldom glad

Perhaps I've strayed to far by now
To prize in generous affection
Yet I plead and humbly bow
Before atonement and redemption

I know I've failed my inner eye
Lacking valour in my ways
Blinded with temptation nigh
Waiting for the better days

No, I've weaved the web of lies
I've stolen from the innocence
Becoming what I most despise
Gloating in my ignorance

In solitude I will remain
Suppressing all my dark emotions
'Till the day I go insane
Or am touched by true devotions