sonnet I sense Ive come

I sense Ive come off callow blaming her
In woe I weep I wallow lolling low
I answer her enough all she need know
I dont involve her heart it does occur
Identity sustained aside sticks spur
My pals and hobbies prioritised I vow
Yes bossy bitch default in angels glow
As she now nags and niggling says I err
See she sews knits and cooks as chicks untold
Of yore and perseveres in patient charm
And doesnt speculate on real estate
She cant climb over folk she keeps a qualm
I love as first I did a stranger neat
I gave all earth away so wed just meet
Chorus neat orderly trim