Love means never having to say you're sorry

In the tapestry of history and prose,        
Where time's mysteries endlessly unfurl,        
Women, deemed fairer in love's throes,        
Their depths of affection, a boundless swirl.        
         
Men, branded at times as brutes and fools,        
In the narrative of life, seeking a respite,        
Women, the divine, love's guiding tools,        
Teaching lessons profound, a celestial light.        
         
Yet, in this era of apologies and closure,        
Every lover yearns for words to revive,        
Love, once free from regret's disclosure,        
Now counts apologies to keep it alive.        
         
In the realm where love and life entwine,        
Once stood a notion, serene and wide,        
"No sorry needed," a sentiment divine,        
Love, an endless hope, no need to divide.