sweet and sour

"In chains of failure, I met your gaze, Scarred by past belittlements' lingering haze. Yet, your heart saw beyond my defeat, And the rusted battlements I'd built to retreat. I should have begged you to stay, But the fire in your eyes threatened to expose my shame, Your love was met with solitude and fear, As I let my losses taint the air. Our future seemed a bittersweet dream, Where love and sorrow intertwined like a vine. I cherished the touch of your gentle hand, But feared surrendering to love's demand. I thought I needed to mature, To see beyond the flesh's allure, To earn the right to love and be loved in return, But now I realize my heart yearned for you to burn. Please remember this: your gentle voice, Calmmed my anxious soul with a soothing choice, Your kindness was a balm to my weary heart, And only now do I miss our sweet, sour winter's start."