To the woman whom I hold most dear
and the daughter that we share.

The warmth of your smile
The happiness in your embrace
I miss the time we spent together
In our special place.

To both of you I must begin
To apologize dearly
Where to begin?

Neither the father I should have been
Or the husband I wanted to be
I've failed you both
And have had to pay dearly

To both of you dears
All I can say
Is I'm sorry, and I beg you
Please let me make amends.
Though it may not rhyme perfectly, it gets across my point, I hope.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Severin, in the year 140 MA.