Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Last for You

This be my last verse, Dearest Clyde,

Cuz I  have a feeling we will

Soon be killed on our last ride.

But no damn cop can ever kill

The love I'll always have for you.

A weak damsel in distress of

A boring life, but then I knew

The rescue of being in love

With an outlaw who turned me bad,

And turned me onto having fun,

Gave me the best bad times we've had,

Getting life's gusto with a gun.

Life worth living you brought on me.

Thank you Clyde, Your Loving Bonnie.