The Moonbeam [A Tragic Villanelle]

I’m sorry that I love you but I do.
To have me ever lurking at your side?
It must be inconvenient for you.

You surely know I write for only you
and, knowing that, you must be mortified.
I’m sorry that I love you but I do.

Each written oath of love you misconstrue,
and tell me that this frenzy will subside.
It must be inconvenient for you.

None of my dreams are ever coming true.
I’ve too much passion. You have too much pride.
I’m sorry that I love you but I do.

There’s nothing I can write that will cut through
to reach the love that you have ossified.
It must be inconvenient for you.

This poem will not stand your peer review.
A moonbeam squandered on your sunlit side.
I’m sorry that I love you but I do.
It must be inconvenient for you.