Sir Torment

Her laughter sparkles in the fresh sunshine
He thinks to himself, she’s finally mine
He takes her hand, whispers his intent
Frowning her eyes flutter their dissent

He sighs, "Ms Kelder, you’ve seldom given me assent
Feel free to tell me why to what great extent
Am I not adequate? Why you are bent on such torment?"

Certain they’re alone
She gives a smile that’s unbeknown
tells him her heart is made of stone
“Love me sir and it will beat
At present I’m indiscreet
But I’m afraid your love’s obsolete”

He hastens to tell her this is not so
His love he’d gladly upon her bestow
Although there is something he’d like to show
Opening his chest
“My own heart has been dispossessed
Replaced with a fake
That has long since ached

I guess we’re meant for one another Ms Kelder
One can neither harm the other
Or would you rather
Taste the true quality of life
And please, kindly drop the knife”