A Riddle Wrapped in An Enigma

He did not fathom my words;

Or that ensnaring wasn’t meant for birds.

I was at my wits end;

But his stiff-necked tenacity refused to bend.

What’s sauce for the goose wasn’t sauce for the gander;

I lacked the candour and became a mere bystander.

Love at first sight, my delusion he’s the white knight;

The saccharine loaded Turkish delight.

Then I had an insight;

He is just too uptight,

To let me play my capriccioso;

The dire end will be a no-show.

Because I desire to be footloose and fancyfree;

Wistfully yearning to be my own hive’s ‘queen bee’.