error.

Where, o where was my error?
Was it an invisible headpiece, like an eye-poking fascinator?
Or an extension of my smaller arm, sneakily offending your side?

Why was one's interest lost?
Was I the secret drone, the mill of exciting apperitifs---
And concluded in monotonous groan?

Were my aesthetics too bland?
Should I have worn corsetry for your seduction?
Or more mascara to murder your eyes?

Perchance it was the shape of our pegs!
I have done the additions.
And I don't understand.
Roundness and depth with a home for your end,

Reveal the void,
Allow me to know why.