the mother of - a sonnet (or rather a feeble attempt at maintaining an artificial rhyming scheme)

Necessity is no longer necessary

I've lost mind (my)

You hold mine (  )

Take this airy

Thought of you as ordinary

Norm to the lost find

Finest to the fine

Bold of you as contrary

Hope would ever be for you

To learn this 

Come in

Do

you really expect his

Life to be open