Misfired To Our Detriment

Wouldn’t marry you if your true colours I knew But the best of me infatuation took Thinking all about you I had a clue Playing by ear the amateur’s rulebook Taking for granted I had you figured On the surface and in depth When blindness and recklessness in me triggered The mistaken faith In which I swam Misled by the profile in you I saw In the gullibility spam In which in you no flaw In the picture my mind painted Projecting an angel Till my illusion fainted Though you and I did seem to gel In spite of the distorted notion Of you I built To reap sorrow in the motion Of you in silt and the slit I spied Conjectured Misapplied Textured and nurtured Until in matrimony the knot We tied Signed marriage certificate on the dot But you and I to our detriment misfired.