Apologetic Infatuation

I hate to dissapoint them, the way I do,
but they dissapoint me too.
And I guess i'm inattentive to pardon,
but do they ever give me an opportunity?
I have a bruise on my daring ego.
You quit me without speaking
a word of inspiring support or promise.
Pocketed in an emphatic enthusiasm
when a soul with a tender
and apologetic essence told me
he'd keep patrol.
Melodious and harmonious he was.
Evin in a trance during on of the
angelic tunes, I was wary for the
vex of the splinter to putrefy
the astonishing achievement in
our triumphment called
infatuation.