sonnet I sense the sweat

I sense the sweat mist on my brow and lip
And yet the looking glass shows features calm
No beads of sweat swell large to slowly drip
Anomaly enough to create alarm
You rankle my huge ego letting rip
I love myself you suffer soaking smarm
My heart hops beats it just might flatline blip
While we walk awkwardly warm arm in arm
Feelings fan invisibly prevalent
Praise me please me loving you yet deluded
Im excited by scent youve exuded
Primal puffs not consciously apparent
The only person who loves me for me
Thats you but I guess you now wont agree
Chorus me moi mene