Irony (Sonnet IV)

Missteps and blunders bring my life more near,

Towards my ambition— adulation.

I seek hidden meaning in words I hear—

Ever searching for lust and laudation.

Raptured in her kisses I had borrowed,

I counted the days I had left to chase—

Amongst the stolen caresses, sorrowed,

I knew I had romanticized her grace.

I wished to prolong passing summer nights—

Enchanted by crestfallen connection—

Instead I stitched sonnets of sullen sights,

Whilst suppressing my pride and affection.

Farewell, without baleful breaths of air;

I wish her well—I hope her life is fair.  

      DannYetman

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