Devious Atonement Poem by Yaroslav Shtets

A simple repentance was about to abide,
For I fell silent - you attained me hear the rhyme,
By no means upbeat, though somewhat alike
To the lingered blaze that once was eternal,
We, Both, slowly shifted the pace and waywardly flattened the true face.

Thus, you were lily I was rose - our hues did not compose;
You were South whilst I was North - our petals - different poles,
You were smooth and me with thorns - petty bedrock to oppose
You chose blossom, I did wilt - our stems were far afield
You conformed, so I withstood - all the cold and sweating
You were vibrant, decent - I was grim
Though, through twists and turns, we changed perspective.
Was it true? Or not?

As of now, we were converse.
You did crumble - I arose
From the remnants of denial - they were worse;
You were stuck, and I reverse.
All the odds were yours, but you did frivolously waste it;
You were there, I was not,
I could not impose on the light that once did make you striking;
Thus, by far I could merely make the most out of being invariably yours.