i must admit my deep disdain
for the ineptitude of my being
is in circle to remain
i warrant you not to reach in grasp for this heart
even whether you are
enamored by my craft, love of art
my gentle, charming
and inevitable clumsy ways
my laugh
my shining effervescence essence of days
because i will tell you the truth
ineptitude persist at my root
a built alluring facade breathes rose
happy, appealing to the nose
nose of sight
but i must tell you the truth
in protest of right
this facade is a hollow shell
divulged, lies not right
touched
will crumble down
to dissipate in fleeting, wistful sight
however, as i warrant against your love
i welcome your deep, genuine attempt
in hope to deem this ineptitude one day *exempt