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.