Sorry

We bumped into each other at a fun event.
We all were on a roll, it was a day well spent.
And there was a break, we had a chance to talk.
You're a designer, me too 's a-bit-of-drawing bloke.

Your shiny hair is dark, pulled up into a bow.
Semi-profile is stern but smile melts ice although.
Your business suit looks good on ever splendid you,
Gosh... let me focus on what we are talking through.

You sent me smiley face with love eyes soon enough,
I wrote u back with heart, some joyful words and stuff...

Time passed...
I feel like "phew!. No souls’ve been hurt on set".
But now there's more from u and that's so hard to let
My next reply to lack words "Sorry" or "regret".

How old are u, girl? 20.. 25?
A flower bud so delicate and vive
within one's gentle arms, before his dazzled eyes
Reveals itself to be delightfully fragile.

The fiery salsa rhythms could've our senses played
And hearts would've thrilled with the desire unallayed.
The flawless beauty and sincere youth
Worth searing passion, genuine warmth..
  Worth love

...that isn't here.
Though I would not forget...
Though
I'm happy, truly, that we met,
And thankful that it won't be my mistake
That'll change u towards all for minute pleasure's sake.
I wish my twilight will not meet your dawn,
And I was not the idle lad in millionaires' town
Who just succeed in getting will to live regained.
I can't once more pretend my wife would patiently abstain
And there's no child, no commitments, no disdain.
I want my present thoughts to be away for good
Or they would swallow me... I'm afraid they would.

However you're so nice, just marvellous... and free.
Just a bit more and I am gone. Gosh... Spare me.