sonnet 2.5.13.

If wed we were and met in single mind
Wed couch a proper partnership in gilt
Inheritance and dowry dollar lined
The kisses would then titillate full tilt
Our situation evolves the curious kind
Reluctantly enough I judge to jilt
Its sad Im going to leave you well behind
I practise bye bye bid in loving lilt
You said wed wage war weary scale up scorn
This claustrophobia came with sharing rent
Up close all hours too long Id loom forlorn
To tell truth thats turned out too evident
You eye the exit door at ease withhold
Your savvy smile I quiver quite uncold
Chorus withhold curb eschew