sonnet I didnt mean to

I didnt mean to munt your mind in bind
I only wished you panic pain a while
Youre rather rosy even when you rile
I couldve cussed you less or lite unkind
Your brothers camaraderies aligned
In second sense I envy somehow vile
I merely mosey on that extra mile
Ill get you frequently Ive sometimes pined
I bagged you busy since I erred inept
You cut your finger chopping onions fast
It reddened painless clean I reeled aghast
You wept your crocodile tears so adept
I shouldnt shiver if you smirk and cry
I shouldnt doubt the feeling eye to eye
Chorus cry sob weep