Wisdom, Not Quite

She doesn't quite talk back.
I inquire and inspired,
but she doesn't quite talk back.
I ascend and arise this stack,
but no relationship transpired.

She doesn't quite sing back.
I perspire and aspired,
but she doesn't quite sing back.
I excavate and mind my lack,
but she hasn't yet harmonized... choired.

She doesn't quite dance back.
I desire and conspired,
but she doesn't quite dance back.
I spin and draw her heart... attack,
but it's not requited... admired.

She doesn't quite kiss back.
I squire and set a fire-d,
but she doesn't quite... back.
I feel her and smell her... lilac,
but all that pressure is... expired

She doesn't quite touch back.
I... haywire and missfired,
but she doesn't quite... back.
I guess all error... is my knack,
but no matter, I have... retired.

She doesn't quite... back
I tire and... mired,
but she doesn't quite...
I fall and descend... crack!
Death, O she awaits... acquired.

End of 2022
Foolishly constructed