Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 The Windmills of My Mind

I will admit when we first met,

Your sweet words swept me off my feet.

Hearing you, giddy I would get,

Gushing how you sounded so sweet.

But over time your words became

The sour sound of lousy lies.

I had only myself to blame,

You took so long to recognize.

And now as I have told you of

How hurtful you have been to me,

You dare to reply that your love

Requires that flexible I be.

When your crap hits my fan I find

You blow the windmills of my mind.