She mis- pronounced a name

Though  she was perfect in her form and in her grace

I did not value well her time and place

My mind was all awry with sudden grief

Too many mishaps wrecked my peace, in brief

So foolishly I smashed the window panes

  I must beg the glazier to come here again

My lover cried, you mis pronounced that word

I lost my temper then as she observed.

I let my temper run its red hot road

Now I have no lover, sense has flown.

My foolish words took her embrace.

To my entire shame I am disgraced

What is the motive for such acts insane?

Now I wonder, will I find such love again