My mind is like that of a priest,
So pure, and ne’er with thoughts demonic.
I’m a gentle lover, far from a beast,
So my heroic archetype isn’t one Byronic.
And I’m always genuine and sincere,
My personality – the opposite of sardonic.
These are all reason why, my Dear,
I’m so talented, respected, and iconic.
(And just in case it isn’t clear-
This entire poem is completely fucking ironic.)