The parlour in view

Thundering cues
Provided by you
Affair of the minds
The darkest of kinds
 
The greener the grass
The absence of class
Sifting through shards
As you wander through yards
 
Smitten, you woo
for a love that’s taboo
Infatuated deep
Why these feelings you keep?
 
Fate, our designer  
The real star aligner
Flattery and grace
In our secret space
 
The presence of lustre
In the words that you muster
You sow what intrigues me
You know how to please me
 
You’re attached to a tether  
You should’ve know whether  
The world that you’re in
Is worth harbouring sin  
 
Indelible wife
causing you strife
As the parlour, in view
of the transgressions that grew
 
You string her along
you sing her some song
While enamoured and weak
When hearing me speak
 
Spiritual lamb
Paralleling my jam
You’re entirely confused
Trying to keep me amused
 
Good intentions; an onus
Our meetings, a bonus
But you’ll have to let go
of the feelings you show
 
There’ll never be, completely
A time you’ll complete me
I’m in love with another
He’s a man like no other
 
Now I send you this quip
From the chalice, I tip
Cheers to the low
of letting me go