sonnet 13.4.13.

Thus I might yearn for him another year
For love that indefinable deep need
Hes not the man for me all round agreed
Its pure self pity which sheds me a tear
Theyre perfect paired or so it would appear
Id like to swing by maybe intercede
I bite my lip so hard I feel a salty bleed
I circle through acquaintances stay clear
With him I hooked up such a silly thing
I said and did by guesses stuff that pleased
I didnt differ doting never teased
I shouldve left it at that fled a fling
Two years of his life I stole meant for her
Luck factored out they perfectly concur
Chorus her ella sie