No wine to Whine

tis true
i love thee
i love thee well
am well in loving thee
but that thou art horrid,

you would say
the world is round
all unwound,
the sound and the scarry:
you would wink
at a humpty-dumpty lass
to forsake your amusement,
you are so easily
amused:

i would call thee
irrelevant,
a rogue
a rake
out for a take-
out:
a lout, not allowed
to be a boyscout --
it is not the mere sentiment of my souls I so seek
to sacrilege:
i would cook a steak
for you
only that my hand is missing in action
MIA:

you would say i was beautiful only
2 raise an eyebrow
or a vanity,

what makes me deserving of such
merry-go-
round
fancy, an en-trance
in a double-entendre?

the stars are like dancers,
who have stopped for the moment,
winking delirious while drinking
from the biggest dipper,
finger-snapper:

do not distrust so much as to bend,
i will send an affection to thee
as to amend...