Safe in amnesty

From the distance have I learned?
I am weak with revenge.
I regretted, it.
Everything such is love is my skilled act;
of an apology.
Everything such is love!
That the person feeled, me.
That is I.
That is my mistake.
That I mistaked me for:
the act of an apology.
The apology of an act gone through its revenge.
I've gone through the amnesty:
of a moral self regard.
An intention without immoral or unethical grounds. . .
for reasoning.
I reverted my intention to a duty.
An introspected part of both introvertion and extrovertions.
I investigated things,
not uncharacteristic of my own virtue.
I needed to change.
Not, just the change in me.