You still are my unread book
Don’t give a quizzical look
I may not be as good a cook
Or perfect in the path I took
Yet my heart is open as your nook
A spiritual path I undertook
To you it might be gobbledygook
I often ignore you and overlook
And may be in your eyes a crook
I regret my habits you have to brook
Maybe I have taken life as a textbook
Forgive me for your feelings I mistook
I realised my blunder when your world shook
My silence, I promise to hang on a tenterhook