"Sonnet Three", 1970 by Michael F. Nyiri

Thrust into depths I've been before.
You found that I'm not what you thought.
I'd have filled your mind with winsome lore,
But it would be my mind, that I'd have fought.

You see, my sweet, I'm not the one,
With whom you would spend all your years.
Instead of happiness served on a bun,
I'd burn the bread, and you'd shed tears.

If yet you still think I am foul,
In judgements which I rate myself,
Then honey, rest easy, and I will
Look futureward and cure myself.

If this commentary's right
Then you may see a marriage close in sight.