My Final Sonnet To Her: Romantic Blogging Sonnet

I used to write/
romantic sonnets to her./
In my verse she’d delight/
(though she was slightly older).

We’d share our sad tales/
of our romances gone awry,/
and her I’d regale/
and flirt: “Could I be your guy?”

She then said there was someone/
and the last time we met,/
she expressed hopes for eventual love/
as I spun her in pirouette.

Today the news came; there will be no more dancing!/
She’s taken his name! I’ll cease my romancing!

*(I don’t want her to swoon
on her honeymoon.)