Ploy

I 

Enjoy the lampoon 

Of yours.

The bitter words 

That you throw 

From ethereal lips 

Become sweet 

When they 

Strike me.

The more 

You become 

Indignant, 

The more 

The surrounding 

Embellishment 

Confirms that 

You are a nymph 

Of heaven. 

Like a staunch lover, 

I muse on you 

And you try to kill me 

With your 

Belligerent eyes. 

Yes, sometimes, 

I masquerade that 

I don't love you, 

Sometimes,

I pretend to philander, 

But you never 

Understand my ploy 

And that also 

Makes my love 

Vehement for you.