Revised sonnet #446
I didnt mean to munt your mind to bind
I merely wished you panic pain a while
I couldve cussed you less though still unkind
Your cheeks turn rosy when I cheer or rile
I wish your brother was inept or vile
I copy his innate endearing charms
The raise of single brow and micro smile
Taboo unbroken by you mine the qualms
Ive meted meaner me the cusser harms
I savour my just status worser half
Ill shed that skin it sets off loves alarms
As credulous you launch that lilted laugh
I summon mixed emotions might you cry
You look at me if miffed yet eye to eye
Chorus cry bawl weep
