sonnet 21.4.13.

I love him much more than he does me
Its obvious when Ive said I love you first
He grunts he loves me too thus we agree
In gormless echoes Im at length reimbursed
If just ourselves eye to eye we might see
He creates distractions else were cutely cursed
With mob commotions that he wont let be
He wants forgiveness self immersed at worst
Analyses of our love life perplex
He sidesteps slyly then works nods and winks
He likes the strokes and arm in arm close links
As prelude petting seguing into sex
Hes witty clever charming kept on call
His love is less its more than none at all
Chorus call alert ready