Second

 It took me a long time to figure the truth,
That the more I say contra the more I love you.
And can I forgive me for strangling our love

Which nevertheless survived giving me the vital clue.

And the sheer audacity with which I tried
To paint your rosy cheeks with sonnets of blue
Has been rightly deceived by painting a blackened image
That by its stark contrast highlighted your actual hue.

And If it hadn't been for me trying to fool my soul,
Then who would have worried about the seeds that were sown
And now that they have got care and attention plenty
They spring out from every crevice of rock that's me.

Entangling deeper in the web as I tried to escape
I have been forced to see I love you - but alas it's too late!