Mischievous you were in your enticing elegance,
I liked our ligaments, our naughty, numerous
and humorous adventures with no dirty dissonance.
This was no decadence, as you seemed gentle, generous.
At times you acted so fantastic and amorous
but there is nothing glamorous in being bombastic.
I am not sarcastic, just trying temperance
because my tolerance is not for ever elastic.
Though your attention has been pouring plentiful,
so beautiful, giving my life a dearest dimension,
I dread that your pretension is very villainous.
You were too lecherous in this clever contention,
in my retention I have too many memories
of miseries, and you were mighty mischievous.
I tried to combine the droighneach and the sonnet form, I hope it is still a poem lol 😉