Selfishly Yours ...

'Scanning my vicinity to its fringe,
Standing the gazes and their singe,
I briefly quavered at my view,
That's how much I missed you!'

'It gladdened you, what I did say?
You're so selfish!' she turned away;
My inchoate smirk was my blunder,
My lips had hardly come asunder.

She hadn't rent some yarn I'd spun,
I'd never taken to the ways of a nun;
Selflessness, I had never trolled,
My acts, my cravings had cajoled.

The red roses, and that caress,
The serenades that did impress,
Were of my desire for her smile,
Now, was that too a tickle vile?