Reconciled

With some apprehension, he prepared to write; with his muse’s dissention, there’d be no insight, and thus, by extension, no joint, shared delight. With her added dimension, he’d dared lofty heights. In joyful ascension, they’d paired on long flights, but now, in declension, grievance aired, all seemed trite. It was his intention to square with his sprite - Contention impaired him; he hated the fight. Ego in suspension, to her laird, much contrite, he sought his redemption, aware of his plight. Their convention fared better than he thought it might; his affections declared, they were once again tight. Their shared penchant for flair soared into the bright light. ---------- something a little different - a monorhyme with two internal rhymes per line as well...