sonnet It was a hard

It was a hard time we met face to face
Id faulted him infuriated then hid
I lay low else I hadnt granted grace
I watched my back I watched what he then did
Mistakes mine were of small import a brace
Upon them had I screwed a solid lid
As hed most likely damn them common place
As hed deduce I dwelt anxiety rid
Id just abandon beauty niceness quit
And prove as poignant any minor point
And when our jaunty laughter was in joint
On his endearing knees Id drop and sit
I couldnt claim a day more paranoid
I pardon his mistakes and so mine void
Chorus paranoid alarmed wary