Nostalgic Reminiscence Where'r Thee Be Maryann Sage

smitten with a forsaken long lost love 
     XXX plus years ago,
aye since didst roam'n o'er hill and dale 
     as one heart broken beau

twas being cow warring utter oxymoron, 
     whereby thy perfect match I do
frankly admit foolishly out sourcing 
     of (good NOT FAKE nor bad) grief emo

shun hull distress disgraceful, 
     which hide de lee recognize coveted prime mate,
     (who shared love of playing scrabble, 
     and born same January 13th birthdate,

     yet six orbits thy senior)   
     mine golden opportunity to lose, 
     viz ma mish mashed aggravating huff flew
vee yam this then
 
     young asinine buck unwittingly  
     inflicted long forgot 'til 
     ear layer t'day thee spouse 
     showed me an photograph,

     when suddenly this lix spittle 
     curmudgeonly bard 
     unexpectedly experienced
     abysmal love stricken agony
  
     (that despite pro missing to pledge - 
     while taking a knee -
     troth Abby Robin - hoo
became thy lawful legal wife - of Jew

whoosh heritage juiced like me, and knew
instantaneously upon 
     setting eyes this then boyish lad - 
     hood bid tootle loo
 
at bachelorhood, when she eyed thyself 
     (wedded now deux plucks decades), 
     though no moo
nee tomb aye name,
 
     thus har courtship rocky, hen new
idea how tubby affectionate, 
     hence early married life  
     pitched 'tween Scylla and Charybdis
 
fondness (albeit ex post facto) hike queue
this poetic beat (fashionably late love note)
ye, whose Capricorn astrological sign 
     didst bid eternal happiness
    now delayed repercussions I rue!