sonnet Im that teen smitten

Im that teen smitten strung along or not
At inappropriate introspective times
A chick enchants if cool or mild or hot
In most immersive patent pantomimes
As lust assumes autonomous a lot
Where anything in skirts stirs stiff or primes
I sigh when other fellows so besot
I guess her wedding warrants church bell chimes
Her perspicacity is stuff of gods
A swab for weepy eyes and greasy ears
She quickly quantifies acquaintance odds
And every problem skirted strips of fears
My guardian angel steps in dreamy deep
I heal in her embraces quiet vows keep
Chorus sleep doze trance