Never Once Suspecting

I wooed your heart with poetry I’d written just for you, and sang you as a symphony, which stirred my very soul, Never once suspecting what I thought would make you love me was not a means for doing so of which I had control. I was just naïve enough to think I could seduce you with clever words of metered rhyme, and, for a while, I felt My strategy was working well, never once suspecting that one I loved could actually deal the blow my heart was dealt. Now you call to tell me you’ve discovered your mistake, and - certain that by telling me you’re sorry - I’ll give in, Never once suspecting that, despite your many charms, your chance is gone forever at a love that - could have been.