Am I The Repairman Or The Reeper

Where did I step falsly,
What did I do to cause this vase to break,
In my earnestness, did I aquire to much from love's lake,
Am I the reeper,
I swear I used my blood sweat and tears,
Not for my own gain to cover the damage,
I purposely absorbed all that vessel could manage,
Am I not the repairman,
Maybe my words were not sweet enough,
Maybe they left a blemish or scar,
Maybe in my fustrations I said that which drove us apart,
Yet, when she was sick I stood by her side,
When those that close to her ensnare her,
Was it not my strong arm of safety not applied,
I am sure though that my past performance was not a delight,
Eager was I to enjoy pleasure,
Even if it was only an illusion to my sight,
Yet, freedom yes freedom to accomplish anything is what I offered,
With no need to aquire wealth on her part,
All her debts and needs were covered,
But this was not going to be enough to stomp my crime to the ground,
I touched not a living soul,
But I am treated as if I did, now that is profound,
Yet, she now wants to leave me,
Of this I have been officially told,
She says she is out to get back the life I supposedly stole,
And though I not be totally innocent this punishment seems not fitting to the act,
I did do anything to break our vows, to annul our pact,
Yet, she treats me as the Reeper,
Though this I swear I have never been,
I am the repairman but this I cannot mend.