There lies the irony within my life
Well, not the only one, there are a lot,
But one of them. I'd like to have a wife
As most men would, but O, when I have got
Close enough to wonder if this one
Is or should be the she, I hit a wall,
And confidence, attractive, blithe, and fun,
Deserts me in the moment that I fall.
The very words that, ere I thought, tripped light
And easy from my lips now hang on them;
The smiles that before could shine so bright
Now disappear, as if they self-condemn.
So where I most should show my better part
Ironically I find a quailing heart.
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