Corrupt
She smiles.
The sweetest forbidden ambrosia
Forever barred by my love.
She doesn't understand my infatuation.
She tempts me in ways
That should be illegitimate.
And yet,
They shouldn't.
A fatal coquette who deems me
Her love,
Her beau,
Her victim.
She is my incurable
Appetition.
But I resist the temptations
Out of love.
Cad?
No, I am the utmost of gentlemen.
But she doesn't understand
How she fills my head with such a miasma.
I cannot abhor her.
I cannot adore her.
And yet I do.
Misguided?
An asinine reasoning,
I know.
But out of her altruism,
She found me.
I was broken before her,
Incomplete even.
Am I avaricious?
Yes.
But you can't covet
What you already have,
She said to me.
As I confessed myself to her.
She thinks I'm austere.
But I am.
For good reason.
Love.
Her laugh,
The sweetest of melodies,
Something I cannot exist without.
Avarice? Yes.
Her blush,
Red as a rose,
My favorite color,
Bella.
