Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Bless Your Heart

My youth and beauty I did use

To use others for my delight,

Of which you were one to amuse

Me for a good time through the night.

Your heart so soulful and steadfast

In passion inflamed just for me.

I, undeserving as time passed,

Just led you on continually.

My ugliness inside began

To spread to my outside as years

Went by, but through all of that span

Your love for me ever appears.

On your deathbed I come to you,

And thank you for your love so true.